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Tomb Raider: Natla’s Revenge.	By : CrossroadsMk2 Category: +S through Z > Tomb Raider (all) > Tomb Raider (all) Views: 77479 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction. I do not own the Tomb Raider game series, Lara Croft or any of the other characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Lara sat in the backseat of Natla’s limousine feeling absolutely miserable. The ill-fitting hessian sack she was wearing itched and chaffed against her skin, in stark contrast to the luxurious carpet she could feel underneath her bare feet. After the egregious events inside Mary’s stables, Lara was allowed to wash the dirt and cum from her abused body; but rather than allow her to use the jockey’s showers, she was forced to bathe herself inside one of the horse cleaning stalls. Lara shivered pitifully under the cold water, cleaning herself as best she could, despite the lack of soap or shampoo, before drying herself off with a discarded horse blanket.
Lara looked around for her clothing, but Mary told her cruelly that clothes were for people and she was nothing but a lowly animal now. Instead, Mary brought her a brown hessian sack, used to store horse feed, and used a pair of shears to cut out arm, neck and leg holes. The coarse sack dress made Lara feel like a poor peasant girl from a fairy-tale, except that she knew there would be no Prince Charming coming to rescue her and turn her back into a princess.
Naked except for the hessian sack, Lara sat in-between Mary Bucksomby and Sybil Marlow in the backseat of Natla’s limousine. Mary and Sybil were still dressed in their expensive riding clothes, while Natla was wearing one of her usual dark grey business suits, and sat upfront with the chauffer. Natla was texting someone on her phone, while Mary and Sybil were chatting incessantly to each other, as if Lara wasn’t even there.
“How does it feel to be a Countess, Lady Sybil?” Mary asked her, emphasising the word ‘Lady’.
“It feels right and proper, Lady Mary.” Sybil answered happily.
Lara’s hands started to shake at the horrible thought of Sybil parading around with her noble title. Lara had always downplayed her aristocratic origins, pretending to merely tolerate the respect and deference that it afforded her; but now that her noble title had been stolen from her, she began to realise just how much of her identity and sense of self-worth was wrapped up in her lineage. The loss of her title felt like the death of a close relative, and left her feeling sad and empty.
“My father used to tell us stories about the wave of bankruptcies that swept through the aristocracy in the decades after the Second World War.” Mary said. “Noble families that could trace their lines back hundreds of years were forced to sell off their titles and estates to settle their debts. The estate sales took on an almost carnival atmosphere, with curious townspeople travelling from miles around to witness the downfall of their betters. Nobles like my father stayed away out of respect, but less scrupulous Lords and Ladies would flock to the estate auctions, eager to pick over the furniture and possessions of their former peers, buying them up for pennies on the pound.” Mary said.
“Ohhhh, that’s a great idea! I should hold a public auction to get rid of all of Lara’s stuff! The free publicity would be great for my social media profile, and it would let everyone know that there’s a new Countess in Abingdon.” Sybil said.
Lara felt short of breath as she thought about her prized family heirlooms being sold to strangers on the auction block.
“You’ll also want to get rid of all the old Croft Family Coats of Arms from around the property and replace them with your own. I can recommend you a very good stonemason – expensive, but well worth it.” Mary said.
Lara sat in miserable silence as her two former friends gleefully planned the dismantling and erasure of her old life. Lara’s intelligent mind tried to think of some brilliant plan to turn the tables on her blackmailers, but there was nothing. Natla had finally beaten her, and Lara quietly sobbed in despair. As the limousine drove down to long driveway that led to what was once Croft Manor, she heard Sybil suddenly react in surprise and anger.
“What is she still doing here?” Sybil asked Natla accusingly.
Lara looked up and saw Sybil standing beside the main entrance to the Manor house, along with Zip, Alistair and Bogwyn. Lara’s first thought was that Natla had invited her former staff to witness her downfall, but the surprise in Sybil’s voice indicated that this was not part of their plan. Despite all of the defeats and betrayals she’d experienced, Lara felt a tiny spark of hope flare inside her.
Sarah waited on the front steps of Croft Manor, along with Zip, Alistair and Bogwyn. Winston was nowhere to be seen; Lara’s old butler had become unreliable since Natla had started pumping him full of mind-altering drugs, so Sarah felt it was safer to keep him out of her plans. Sarah watched the black limousine park and the occupants get out. Mary and Sybil emerged from the rear passenger door, dressed like they were about to go riding in a show jumping competition, and in-between them was the love of her life, Lara Croft.
Lara was barefoot and dressed in an old brown sack with holes cut out for her arms and head. The sack on went down as far as her upper thighs and left her long, athletic legs completely exposed. The old saying that “she’d look good dressed in a potato sack” came to mind; even barefoot and dressed in nothing but an ill-fitting sack, Lara still looked beautiful. The well-dressed chauffer walked around the limousine and opened the front passenger door. Jacqueline Natla got out and gave Sarah a curt nod of acknowledgement.
“I’ll thank you lot to clear off from my Manor House!” Sybil said testily.
“Actually, this house still belongs to Lady Croft, and we’re not going anywhere!” Sarah said defiantly.
“This is ridiculous. My father bought this entire estate!” Sybil protested.
“Actually, the sale never went ahead. I did meet with your father earlier today, but only so that I could tell him what you’ve been doing to poor Lara.” Sarah said.
“He’d never believe you over me! I’m his darling daughter!” Sybil said.
“I’ll admit, it was an uphill battle convincing him what a sadistic and perverted bitch you are – until I showed him the video.” Sarah said.
“What video?” Sybil asked incredulously.
“I think I’ll let Zip explain.” Sarah said smugly.
“I hacked you; both of you, actually.” Zip said, pointing towards Mary and Sybil. “Natla might have the best cyber security in the world, but you two really should be more careful. I’ve got access to your phones, texts, emails, cloud-based file sharing accounts and…” Zip paused for impact, “the CCTV cameras at Mary’s family estate.”
“You two weren’t doing anything scandalous and illegal in the stables earlier today, were you?” Sarah asked teasingly.
Sybil turned white and turned to look at Mary. “You told me you turned off all the cameras!” Sybil exclaimed.
“I did turn them off! He’s bluffing!” Mary insisted.
“You thought you turned them off, but I reprogrammed them. All you did was turn off the red lights – the cameras were still recording.” Zip said smugly.
“Needless to say, your father was quite embarrassed by what his darling daughter has been doing in her spare time.” Sarah said to Sybil. “I think you’ll have a lot of explaining to do when you get home.”
“This is ridiculous!” Mary protested.
“You’re not off the hook either, Mary. After my meeting with Sybil’s father, I met with your father and told him how you’ve been blackmailing Lara and forcing her to do all sorts of horrible things. He must not think very much of you, Mary, because he seemed to believe me even before I showed him the evidence – all of the text messages and emails between you and Sybil, talking about stealing Lara’s inheritance and forcing her to work as your maid. After I showed him the video of you in your father’s stables… well, as you can imagine, he was not too pleased to discover that his darling daughter has been participating in rape and bestiality on his property. Once I pointed out the great scandal that would attach to his family name, he was only too eager to agree to my terms.” Sarah said.
“Which are?” Jacqueline Natla asked.
That was Sarah’s queue.
“You Mary and you Sybil will leave Lara alone from now on. You will not contact her, you will not mention her in your social media, you will not gossip about her to your friends. As far as you two are concerned, Lara Croft does not exist. Additionally, both of your families have agreed to pay Lara 1 million pounds each, out of your own future inheritances, as compensation for all of the pain and suffering you’ve put her through.” Sarah said.
“This is outrageous! Jacqueline, you can’t let her get away with this!” Sybil shouted.
“It seems that you’ve outwitted my two imbecilic accomplices, but it changes nothing: I still have Lara’s parent’s marriage certificate, proving that her uncle Errol is the rightful heir to the Croft estate and title.” Natla said.
“And if you use it, we’ll release the video of you being present during Lara’s forced rape and bestiality.” Sarah said.
“You can’t prove it was rape: the CCTV cameras don’t have any sound. I can say that she was there willingly.” Natla countered.
“You could, but I think the scandal of having the CEO of Natla Technology involved in bestiality, whether consensual or not, would be more than enough excuse for the other shareholders in your company to vote you off the board.” Sarah said.
Natla thought silently for a moment.
“You might be right, and maybe that’s enough to prevent me from contacting Lara’s uncle, but what’s to stop me, say out of spite, from allowing my contacts in the police to prosecute Lara for the weapons offences and send her to prison?” Natla asked.
“If you send Lara to prison, you’d better be ready to join her.” Zip chimed in.
“And what’s that supposed to mean?” Natla asked.
“It means that you didn’t find my USB virus because I was careless; you found it because I needed a distraction.” Zip said proudly. “While you were busy looking for a high-tech covert attack – someone sneaking into your corporate offices and secretly uploading the virus onto your mainframe – I went for the low-tech approach.”
Zip continued. “I waited outside the Natla Technology building in London for the workers to come outside on their lunchbreak. I sat down next to a few of them and hacked into their personal phones via WiFi. I then uploaded a virus onto their phones and waited. Sure enough, one of them plugged their phone into the USB port on their office computer to recharge it and BINGO, I’m in!” Zip explained.
“Arms dealing, human trafficking, illegal genetic experiments, tax avoidance… that’s a lot of bad things your company is involved in.” Sarah Said.
“So… mutually assured destruction: if I go after Lara, you come after me?” Natla said.
Sarah nodded, and Natla actually cracked a smile. “Not bad for a former maid. Not bad at all. If you’re ever looking for a job, come and see me. I can always use talented and resourceful people.” Natla said, before turning around.
The chauffer opened the rear passenger door of the limousine and Natla stepped inside.
“Wait! That’s it! You’re just going to let her get away with this?” Mary shouted.
“We’ve been outplayed. A good businesswoman knows when to cut her losses and move on.” Natla said.
“But what about my title? I want to be a Countess!” Sybil complained, stamping her foot like a child having a tantrum.
“We don’t always get what we want.” Natla said, as the chauffer shut the car door.
“Wait, what about us?” Mary asked.
Natla rolled her window down a crack.
“I suggest you call a taxi.” Natla said, as the limousine pulled away and drove off down the driveway.
Mary and Sybil stared at each other in shock and disbelief.
“Bogwyn, please escort our guests from the property.” Sarah said.
Bogwyn roared like a massive bear and charged at the two women, who promptly turned tail and decamped down the driveway. Bogwyn chased after them, roaring loudly each time they slowed down or looked over their shoulders. Zip and Alistair laughed at the comical sight, while Sarah walked forward and wrapped her arms around Lara’s shoulders.
“Welcome home.” Sarah said, pulling her close.
Lara collapsed to her knees, sobbing uncontrollably. It was all too much: the blackmail, the lies, the constant betrayals and dashed hopes. How could she believe that this was really the end? It had to be a trick – another sick game of Natla’s meant to torture her. Lara was dimly aware of Zip and Alistair rushing towards her. She felt her arms being lifted over their shoulders, as she was carried into the Manor house. None of it seemed real. They carried her upstairs to her bedroom, where Sarah had pulled back the blankets.
Sarah shooed the boys from the bedroom and then closed the door behind them. She left the room and then returned a few minutes later with a pair of scissors, which she used to cut away the hessian sack from Lara’s body. Lara had stopped crying and lay back on the bed, almost catatonic.
Sarah covered her with the blankets and stroked her hair, while whispering soothingly to her, “Everything’s alright. You’re safe now. You’re back home. Everything’s alright.”
Lara closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

1 DAY LATER…
Lara awoke as if from a long dream. Sunlight was spilling in through the open bedroom drapes, and she could hear birds chirping happily outside her window. She sat up and found herself back inside her own bedroom. She might have believed the events of the last few months were just a bad dream, were it not for the slutty maid’s outfits still hanging inside her wardrobe. Lara looked around the room and immediately noticed the clothes that had been laid out on her dressing table. Lara stood up and examined the familiar clothing. She hesitated to reach for the clothes, as if doing so would finally reveal another of Natla’s traps.
She saw her hand was shaking and clenched it into an angry fist. Gritting her teeth, she reached towards the clothes, as if daring Natla to reveal herself. When nothing happened, a weak smile crept across Lara’s beautiful face, and she started to dress. When she was done, Lara strode towards the door, pausing to examine her reflection in the large mirror. She felt like a stranger was staring back at her. She was wearing a green sleeveless tank top, tight brown cargo shorts and a pair of shin-high black combat boots. It was her old tomb raiding outfit, but it felt… wrong somehow.
Taking a deep breath, Lara walked out of the bedroom and into the long hallway outside. Lara found her staff having breakfast downstairs. They all stood up immediately as soon as Lara entered.
“Lara, we’re… that is to say…” Alistair said, fumbling about for the right words.
“We’re glad you’re back.” Zip said.
Bogwyn nodded in silent agreement.
“Lara, I just want you to know how sorry I am… how sorry we all are for how we treated you. We didn’t know about the blackmail. When Sarah told us…” Alistair said.
“It’s alright!” Lara said, more harshly than she intended. “I need to talk to Sarah… alone.” Lara said more gently.
Alistair nodded, and then the three male staff members left the kitchen. There was an uncomfortable silence, as Lara searched for the right words. In the end, it was Sarah who spoke first.
“I know what you’re going to say, and if you want me to move out, I’ll understand.” Sarah said.
“No!” Lara said hastily, horrified by the thought of Sarah moving out.
For some reason, the thought of Sarah not being around left Lara feeling incredibly anxious and unsettled.
“I thought, with everything that happened, you wouldn’t want me around anymore?” Sarah ventured.
“You saved me… and I’m very grateful… but this is all terribly confusing. I just need some time to sort through everything.” Lara explained.
Sarah smiled and nodded.
“I’ll move back into my old room in the meantime, to give you some space.” Sarah said.
Lara felt like objecting, but realised how needy and insecure it made her sound. Sarah leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek. Lara felt her face flush as Sarah’s soft lips brushed against her skin.
“Whatever you decide, I’ll always love you.” Sarah said, before leaving the kitchen.
Lara felt strangely alone at that moment; it was an unaccustomed feeling for someone as strong willed and independent as herself.

1 WEEK LATER…
Lara was breathing heavily, as she completed the last circuit of burpees and chin-ups in her workout. Over the past few days, Lara had thrown herself into her training regimen, pushing herself though a gruelling daily exercise routine. It was strange, but after having every detail of her life dictated by her blackmailers, having so much free time on her hands left Lara feeling listless and without purpose. She hoped that by re-establishing her old routines, the familiar patterns of her former life might return. Lara finished the final rep of her exercises and then reached for her towel.
Lara’s body was drenched in sweat, and her black tank top and yoga pants clung to her wet skin. Lara tugged unconsciously at the thin material of her clothing. It was strange, but after having spent so many months exercising in nothing but a G-string and sports bra, it felt unnatural to be working out in so much clothing. She felt like she was wearing a winter coat at the beach. Lara pushed the thoughts from her mind and walked upstairs to her bedroom. She entered the ensuite bathroom and stepped under the shower. As the water cascaded down onto her flawless naked skin, Lara’s left hand strayed unconsciously between her legs, while her right hand reached up and squeezed her breast.
That was another unfortunate side-effect of her time as Natla’s sexual plaything: Lara’s body had become so used to the unending sexual abuse that the lack of it left her feeling constantly horny. Despite her best efforts at self-control, she found herself chronically masturbating every few hours. Every morning for the past week, she had promised herself that she would not masturbate today – that today would be different; but then her resolve would eventually crumble away, and she would give in to her carnal urges.
Lara had hoped that exercising herself to exhaustion might quell the heat between her legs, but it seemed that no matter what she did, her body craved sexual stimulation. The problem was compounded by the fact that without Natla and Sarah micromanaging her day, Lara had a lot of spare time on her hands; but the most infuriating thing was that no matter how much she masturbated, she never seemed to feel satisfied. Oh, she managed to orgasm without difficultly, but they felt like a weak parody of the feelings she had when Sarah had fisted her – or when Mary’s stallions had fucked her. Lara blushed with shame at that last thought, not wanting to think about the implications of that self-revelation.
After her shower, Lara dried herself and dressed in a colourful yellow sundress. Sarah had removed the slutty maid’s costumes from Lara’s wardrobe and brought some of her old clothes out of storage. The dress she was wearing felt more like a costume than her clothes: she felt like she was pretending to be someone else. Sarah had forgotten to remove the black G-string panties from the wardrobe, and Lara wore a pair of these under the dress, along with a matching black push-up bra. For some reason, her old panties felt restrictive and uncomfortable, so she had taken to only wearing G-strings, when she decided to wear any underwear at all.
Lara hadn’t seen much of Sarah over the past 7 days. The younger blonde had been keeping her distance, giving Lara her space, just like she promised. Lara felt a sudden urge to go and see her. Part of her mind told her that it was a bad idea – that she was still mentally scarred from her ordeal and was not in the right state of mind to make good decisions; but another voice whispered sibilantly to her: it’s been over a week! Don’t you miss her? What’s the harm in going to see her? Without realising it, Lara suddenly found herself walking down the corridor, until she was standing outside Sarah’s door. Sarah’s room was in the old guest quarters on the second floor. It was a large room for a servant, but nowhere near the size and grandeur of Lara’s own bedroom.
Lara suddenly felt guilty that Sarah should be staying in such conditions. Sarah had saved her life and she deserved much better. Lara knocked on the door, and after a few moments, Sarah answered it. It was still early morning, and Sarah had clearly only just woken up. The younger woman was dressed only in a pair of pink panties and a pink t-shirt. Sarah wasn’t wearing a bra, and the outlines of her nipples were clearly visible through the thin material of her night shirt.
“Can we talk?” Lara asked suddenly.
Sarah nodded and opened the door wider, gesturing for Lara to step inside. Lara sat down on Sarah’s unmade bed. As Sarah locked the door, Lara felt conflicting emotions. She knew that she shouldn’t be here, but she also wanted desperately to be here. Sarah walked around the bed and turned on the bedside lamp. The soft golden light illuminated Sarah’s lithe young body, making her glow like a goddess.
“So… what’s up?” Sarah asked.
“I ummm… wanted to thank you for saving me.” Lara said lamely.
Sarah sat down beside Lara on the bed and took hold of her hand. Lara shivered with delight at her touch. She looked down at Sarah’s long, delicate fingers, and remembered the feeling of those fingers deep inside her, fisting her sensitive holes. The room suddenly felt uncomfortably warm, and Lara squeezed her legs together to hide the dampness growing between her thighs.
“You don’t have to thank me. I did it because I love you.” Sarah said, staring at Lara with an intensity that made her blush.
“How are you finding it in your old room?” Lara asked, trying to make conversation.
“A little cramped, actually: it’s weird, because when I first moved into Croft Manor, this room felt huge compared to my old bedroom at home.” Sarah said.
Now it was Lara’s turn to laugh. “You obviously got used to the finer things, while you were playing the Lady of the Manor.” Lara teased her.
Sarah nodded. “I’ll admit, your bedroom is way nicer than this one.” Sarah answered.
Sarah smiled warmly and Lara actually chuckled at that remark.
“So… how are you doing?” Sarah asked.
“Ok… I’m trying to get back into some sort of normal routine. I’ve been exercising, going for walks, reading in the library.” Lara said.
“It sounds like you’ve got it all under control.” Sarah said.
“Actually, no…” Lara said, looking down at her lap in embarrassment. “I have… other needs that I’m finding difficult to manage… on my own.”
Lara felt her cheeks flush with shame and she considered dropping the whole matter and running from the room; but she could feel the sexual need growing inside her, and she knew she couldn’t go on like this.
“I was hoping you could help me?” Lara asked coyly, still not making eye contact with Sarah.
Sarah knelt down in front of her.
“What do you want me to do?” Sarah asked.
Lara was painfully aware of her proximity to Sarah. She could smell the sweet scent of Sarah’s perfume.
“I thought… maybe… if you still wanted to… maybe we could…” Lara rambled on until Sarah cut off her words with a passionate kiss.
Lara returned it, leaning into the kiss and wrapping her arms around Sarah’s neck. Lara felt her body melt into Sarah’s, as their wet tongues intertwined between their lips. Lara fell backwards onto the bed, allowing Sarah to roll on top of her. Sarah pulled her night shirt up over her head and then resumed kissing Lara’s lips. Sarah's long blonde hair cascaded down around her face like a silky curtain, blocking Lara’s vision and tickling her skin. Lara moaned around Sarah’s mouth and reached up to cup the younger woman’s breasts. Sarah smiled down at her and walked kisses across Lara’s face and down her neck.
Sarah’s fingers pulled up on the hem of Lara’s yellow dress, exposing Lara’s black panties and flat stomach. Lara arched her back and thrust her arms upwards, allowing Sarah to push the dress up over her head and onto the floor. Sarah reached around Lara’s back and unhooked her bra, while continuing to walk kisses down Lara’s graceful neck. Sarah leaned down and flicked her tongue against Lara’s left nipple. Lara moaned with pleasure, and then gasped a moment later, when Sarah playfully bit the nipple and pulled on it with her teeth. Sarah walked more kisses down Lara’s flat stomach, moving down towards her crotch.
Lara reached down and slid her black panties off her hips. Lara winced as she saw the bold black WHORE tattoo just above her pussy: it was a painful reminder of everything she had been subjected to by her enemies. Sarah seemed to sense Lara’s discomfort, and made a point of planting more gentle kisses directly onto the tattoo, while she slid Lara’s panties down her long athletic legs. Sarah’s mouth moved lower, brushing against the sensitive lips of Lara’s pussy. Lara moaned again as Sarah’s soft wet tongue went to work, licking and teasing her clit. It felt wonderful, but something was missing, and Lara knew what it was.
“Wait!” Lara said.
“Is it too soon? Do you want me to stop?” Sarah asked, concern written across her pretty face.
“No, it’s just… I like it better when you order me to do things… as my Mistress.” Lara said softly, turning bright red with embarrassment.
Sarah smiled down at her – a loving and accepting smile that told Lara she was completely safe.
“Have you been a naughty little Countess, Lara?” Sarah asked, reached down and twisting one of Lara’s nipples.
“Yes, Mistress.” Lara answered, biting her lower lip.
“I think you should apologise for your behaviour, don’t you?” Sarah asked.
“Yes, Mistress!” Lara said, unable to hide the eagerness from her voice.
Sarah stood up and slid off her panties, before lying back down on the bed.
“I think you should start apologising with your tongue.” Sarah said, flashing Lara a predatory smile.
Lara blushed and climbed between Sarah’s spread legs; but just as her tongue made contact with Sarah’s pussy, Sarah pushed her away.
“And what makes you think your tongue is worthy to pleasure your Mistress?” Sarah asked accusingly.
“Mistress?” Lara asked, feeling confused and uncertain.
“After all, it’s been a while since you went down on me. How do I know you haven’t forgotten everything? No, I think that before I let you lick my pussy, I need to test you, to see if you’re still worthy of pleasing your Mistress.” Sarah said.
Sarah rolled over onto her hands and knees, with her butt facing towards Lara.
“I want you to eat my ass.” Sarah said.
Lara’s heart beat faster in her chest, as she stared at the tight brown sphincter of Sarah’s asshole. Lara knew that rimming was something no well-bred noble woman should ever do; so why was she so turned thinking about it? The old Lara would have been disgusted by Sarah’s order, but the new Lara couldn’t wait to debase herself for her Mistress and prove her worthiness. Taking a deep breath, Lara reached forward and spread apart Sarah’s tight round ass cheeks, before pressing her face forward between them.
As Lara buried her beautiful face in between Sarah’s creamy buttocks, she breathed in the musky scent of her Mistress’s asshole. A moment later, Lara tasted it upon her tongue, as she licked Sarah’s sphincter. Lara’s talented tongue licked wet, teasing circles around Sarah’s asshole, before finally plunging down inside. Sarah moaned contentedly, and the sound was like sweet music to Lara’s ears. Lara licked her tongue deeper into Sarah’s asshole, lapping devotedly at her Mistress’s anus like a dog licking peanut butter from the bottom of a jar.
“Mmmmm, such a talented tongue you have.” Sarah moaned.
“Thank you, Mistress!” Lara said, her chest filling with pride.
Sarah leaned away from Lara’s questing tongue and rolled over onto her back.
“Worship your mistress!” Sarah commanded, pressing her toes towards Lara’s beautiful face.
Lara took the petite foot in both hands and tilted her head to the side, so that she could walk kissed along Sarah’s sole. Sarah sighed happily, as Lara walked a line of devoted kisses up her foot and leg, until her lips finally arrived at Sarah’s smoothly shaved pussy. Lara flicked her tongue against Sarah’s clitoris, licking wet circles around it while her hands roamed up and down Sarah’s young body. Sarah’s hips shifted against the bed, as she reacted to the pleasure of Lara’s talented tongue. Lara increased the pressure of her mouth, grinding her lips and tongue down against Sarah’s writhing crotch. Sarah’s body started to shake and she arched her back as she orgasmed.
Lara continued lapping at her Mistress’s pussy until her shuddering finally subsided. Sarah collapsed backwards onto the bed with a contented sigh. Lara slid up beside her, planting soft kisses against Sarah’s shoulder and neck.
“Wow!” Sarah commented. “That was… wow!”
Sarah took a few deep breaths, before rolling over onto her side and propping herself up onto one arm.
“Well, I suppose I did promise a certain naughty little Countess some punishment…” Sarah said, feigning reluctance.
“I have been very naughty, Mistress.” Lara said, crawling onto her hands and knees.
“And what sort of punishment do you think you deserve?” Sarah asked.
Lara blushed with shame when she realised that Sarah was going to make her beg for it, but the humiliation of her situation merely added to her excitement.
“I want you to fist me.” Lara said shyly.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you?” Sarah said.
“I want you to fist me!” Lara repeated, much more loudly than she intended.
Sarah placed a hand in front of her mouth in mock horror. “Such language from a Countess!” Sarah teased. “So… which hole?”
“Both of them, Mistress.” Lara said softly.
“Wow, you really did miss our daily lovemaking, didn’t you?” Sarah said, rolling off the bed and pulling a tube of lubricant from her night table drawer.
Lara nodded, and Sarah stroked her facing lovingly, before climbing back onto the bed. Sarah knelt down directly behind Lara and admired the exquisitely executed tramp stamp tattooed across Lara’s lower back. The tattoo was a bold black and grey piece depicting the Croft Family Coat of Arms – a heraldic shield with a stylised C for Croft plastered beneath a central chevron. The shield was flanked by two crossed swords and crowned by a medieval helmet, but the ribbon beneath the shield, which flowed across the tops of Lara’s gorgeous buttocks, did not say CROFT like the Coats of Arms emblazoned above the fireplaces and doorways of Croft Manor; it said CUM SLUT.
Sarah squirted a large amount of lubricant into her palm and then massaged it into her fingers. A moment later, Lara moaned as she felt two slippery fingers penetrating her pussy.
“So wet… I almost didn’t need the lubricant!” Sarah teased.
Lara blushed at the humiliating implication, but she couldn’t argue with it: Lara wanted this; she needed this. Sarah added a third finger, continuing to slide her digits in and out of Lara’s pussy. Lara’s tight pussy easily expanded to accommodate them, and after another minute, Sarah slid a fourth finger inside her. Lara moaned happily, as Sarah pistoned her four fingers in and out of her slippery pussy. Lara’s pussy lips expanded wider around Sarah’s knuckles, as the young blonde pushed deeper inside her. Lara shivered as she felt Sarah’s fingertips brushing against the back of her pussy.
Sarah tucked in her thumb and pushed forward, and Lara’s once tight pussy stretched open around Sarah’s knuckles and swallowed her hand up to the wrist.
“Do you like that?” Sarah asked, pushing her hand deeper inside Lara’s pussy.
Lara gasped and her body shook. Sarah pulled her hand out until just the fingertips remained inside; Lara’s pussy lips stretched open around the thickest part of Sarah’s hand, gripping her knuckles and pulling outwards slightly from her body, before finally releasing their grip. Sarah speared her hand forward again, penetrating through the stretched entrance of Lara’s pussy up to the wrist. Sarah pistoned her hand in and out of Lara’s pussy for almost a full minute, loosening her tunnel until it offered very little resistance. Leaving her right hand buried wrist-deep inside Lara’s pussy, Sarah picked up the tube of lubricant and turned her attention to Lara’s tight little asshole.
Sarah squirted a large amount of lubricant down between Lara’s buttocks, which she rubbed into Lara’s asshole with her left hand. She then inverted the tube in her fingers and squeezed more lubricant into her palm. Once her left hand was suitably slippery, Sarah pushed her index finger inside Lara’s lubricated asshole. Lara felt her tight asshole pucker open around Sarah’s finger, allowing her Mistress to add a second. Sarah sawed her two fingers in and out of Lara’s ass and then added a third, and then a fourth finger.
It was only at that point, as her asshole stretched open around Sarah’s knuckles, that Lara’s sphincter offered up its first resistance, but Sarah would not be denied. Sarah speared her hand in and out of Lara’s asshole, loosening it further until it was able to accommodate her thumb as well. Lara’s eyes widened and she moaned loudly, as Sarah’s left hand slid into her asshole, alongside the hand already inside Lara’s pussy. Sarah began alternating the movements of her hands, pushing in with one hand while pulling out with the other.
Lara felt Sarah’s fingers venturing obscenely deep inside her anal cavity; then her asshole stretched open around Sarah’s knuckles, as her hand withdrew, while Sarah’s other hand pushed forward into Lara’s pussy and pressed against her cervix. Lara moaned indecently as a powerful orgasm built inside of her. Oh, how Lara had missed this feeling: the sensation of being so stretched open and full. Lara’s flat stomach bulged slightly from the outline of Sarah’s hands moving in and out of her holes. The feeling of them stretching her insides and rubbing against each other, through the thin flesh separating her pussy and asshole, was incredible.
“Cum for me, Countess! Cum for your Mistress!” Sarah ordered.
Lara cried out as she orgasmed. Sarah didn’t relent in her fisting, slamming her hands in and out of Lara’s stretched holes until she could take it no longer and collapsed forward onto the bed. Lara buried her face in Sarah’s pillow, muffling her cries of ecstasy, as a mind-blowing orgasm rippled through her body. When it finally subsided, Lara rolled onto her back and lay limp on the bed, gasping for breath.
“That was… incredible!” Lara said softly.
“I’m glad I could be of service, my Lady.” Sarah said, pulling her hands from Lara’s holes with an audible squelch.
Lara’s pussy and asshole were both gaping open almost a full inch, and inner thighs were sticky with lubricant and pussy juices. Sarah climbed off the bed and walked over to her dressing table, where she retrieved a large yellow envelope.
“I have something for you… Jacqueline Natla had it sent over via courier a couple of days ago, but I didn’t want to bother you.” Sarah said.
Lara’s face tensed at the mention of her hated enemy.
“I thought that tearing them up might give you some closure.” Sarah said, reaching into the envelope and handing Lara the first sheet of paper.
Lara examined the piece of paper and realised that she was looking at her parents’ Marriage Certificate – the original one that showed that her parents had been married a month after her birth, making Lara a bastard and thus unable to inherit her father’s title and estate. It was this document that Natla had used to blackmail her and set this whole horrible series of events into motion. Lara took a deep breath and then ripped it in half, and then again, over and over until it was nothing but shreds of paper.
“I thought you’d enjoy that.” Sarah said, handing her another sheet of paper.
Now, Lara found herself looking at the Deed Poll document that she had been forced to sign, which formally changed her surname from Croft to Jones, Sarah’s surname. Lara tore it up, and immediately felt like another part of her life had been restored to her. She was Lara Croft again! The next sheets of paper were the Power of Attorney that gave Sarah full control of Lara’s financial assets, and the Legal Affidavit declaring Lara mentally incompetent and unfit to manage her own affairs. Lara stared at the pages for a few moments, before also tearing them to shreds. Sarah hesitated as she handed Lara the last document in the envelope: it was the Marriage Certificate between Sarah and Lara.
“Lara… I just want you to know that I meant what I said. I do love you. I’ve always loved you. I know you probably don’t feel the same, and if you want to send me away, I’ll understand…” Sarah said.
Lara held up the Marriage Certificate. Her hands were shaking as she wrestled with her options.
“It’s alright, Lara. I understand. Do what you have to do.” Sarah said.
Lara took a deep breath and gently placed the Marriage Certificate down onto the night side table.
“I don’t want us to be over.” Lara said solemnly. “I don’t know when it happened or how, but I love you too, and I don’t want our marriage to be over.”
Sarah started getting misty-eyed and then tears were streaming down her cheeks. Pretty soon Lara was crying as well – but this time they were tears of joy – and the two lovers embraced.

2 WEEKS LATER…
The news of the beautiful Countess of Abingdon’s secret wedding to her former maid created headlines around the world. Despite Lara’s initial fears at the public scandal that this news would create, the media were largely supportive, praising Lara Croft for coming out publicly as a lesbian. Her best friend, Samantha Nishimura, called her up immediately to congratulate her, although she chided Lara good-humouredly for her not being invited to the wedding. Sam was busy with her career and her own wedding plans, but promised to come and visit the newly married couple as soon as she was able. Lara decided not to tell Sam about Natla’s blackmail scheme: she wanted to put that whole sordid affair behind her, and she didn’t want Sam thinking of her as a victim.
Sarah moved back into Lara’s bedroom – now their bedroom – and had changed her last name from Jones to Croft. The arrangement caused quite a bit of debate in aristocratic circles about how the two women should be referred to. Traditionally, the Lord and Lady of Abingdon would have been called Earl and Countess respectively; but Sarah was a woman, and there could only be one Countess of Abingdon. In the end, it was officially decided that both Lara Croft and Sarah Croft would be referred to by the honorific title of Lady, but that only Lara Croft would be formally referred to as the Countess of Abingdon.
Alistair went back to work, tracking down more lost artefacts for Lara to find, and Zip was busy overhauling the Manor’s security and computer systems, to make sure that no one would be able to do to Lara what he had done to Mary and Sybil. Lara was sleeping much better now, thanks in part to her new wife’s endless sexual appetite, which almost matched her own. Their daily lovemaking sessions typically lasted for several hours each afternoon, and left Lara feeling both sexually satisfied and emotionally fulfilled. Lara still hadn’t heard from Winston: her beloved butler was currently undergoing detox to try and get Natla’s mind controlling drugs out of his system. Lara hoped that he would make a full recovery. She missed him dearly, and having him turn against her was one of the most painful parts of Natla’s scheme.
Sarah had left Croft Manor to check on Winston, and Lara felt an unpleasant anxiety at her not being around. Sarah’s absence threw off Lara’s daily routine. Typically, Lara would wake up in the morning and eat a light breakfast, before exercising for several hours, and finishing off with some combat training. While she didn’t feel up to any public appearances at the moment, Lara fully planned to resume tomb raiding at some point, and she intended to be in top physical condition when she did so. After her exercises and training, Lara would shower and change and then join the rest of the staff for lunch. Sarah always looked at her with longing, but Lara had started to notice Zip, Alistair and Bogwyn also covertly perving at her when they thought she couldn’t see. They clearly missed having Lara available to them as their sexual plaything.
Despite knowing it was wrong, Lara started dressing in tighter and more revealing clothes and deliberately bending over around them, or leaning forward in front of them, to give them an unobstructed view of her ass and cleavage. Their lusty stares gave Lara pleasant tingles down her spine and between her legs, and got her turned-on and primed for her marathon sex sessions with Sarah in the afternoon. Today, after her shower, Lara decided to wear a long flowing dress of white cotton, which looked like it belonged on the set of a Jane Austen novel. The dress had short puffy sleeves and a high modest neckline, and synched in just below Lara’s large breasts, before flowing downwards to the floor.
Lara smiled at her reflection and then strolled downstairs for lunch. Zip and Alistair arrived at the same time as she did, and looked terribly disappointed at how much skin Lara’s dress was covering today. After exchanging pleasantries, Lara strode through to the kitchen, where Bogwyn was already tucking into his large workman’s lunch. Lara turned away from the boys and grinned with anticipation, as she walked towards the large kitchen window and pulled back the blinds. Sunlight streamed in through the window, turning Lara’s white cotton dress almost completely transparent. This style of dress was meant to be worn with a slip underneath for modesty, but not only had Lara neglected this, but she had chosen not to wear any underwear beneath it either.
Lara turned around and saw her male staff staring at her brazenly displayed naked body with open gawking mouths. Even Bogwyn had stopped eating, which Lara took as a great compliment, considering his enormous appetite.
“Is something wrong, boys?” Lara teased.
“Ah, no Lara.” Alistair said blushing.
“Zip?” Lara asked.
“Just enjoying the view.” Zip answered, and everyone present knew what he meant.
Lara felt their eyes devouring her sexy body, and savoured the naughty wetness growing between her legs.
60 miles away in London, Sarah was sipping on her coffee in a posh coffee shop in one of the wealthier parts of the city. Despite her new title as a Lady of Croft Manor, Sarah had dispensed with her usual designer dresses in favour of a more low-key outfit: just leggings, a hoodie and runners – nothing to distinguish her from the other women in the café, all dressed in their active wear after a morning out running or exercising in the gym. Sarah looked down at her watch for the seventh time, and when she looked up again, she found herself staring up at Jacqueline Natla.
“Lady Sarah, you’re looking well.” Natla said in a congratulatory tone.
Natla was also wearing active wear, and it seemed weird to Sarah to see her in anything other than one of her tailored business suits. She sat down opposite Sarah and placed a grey duffel bag on the floor beside her chair.
“Jacqueline.” Sarah nodded in greeting.
“I heard about the wedding. My congratulations.” Natla said, smiling warmly.
“I couldn’t have done it without you. It all happened exactly as you said. I’m still having trouble believing it’s real.” Sarah said.
“It wasn’t hard. Lara was tormented and brutalised for months, betrayed by the people she thought were her friends, and robbed of everything she held dear; and then you saved her. Just when she had completely given up hope and given into despair, you appeared like a Goddess of myth, and delivered her from her enemies. It’s practically Stockholm Syndrome on steroids – how could she not love you?” Natla explained.
“Still, she might have just been grateful and wanted us to remain as friends.” Sarah argued.
Natla shook her head. “I disagree. Like many strong and wealthy women, Lara has a secret desire to be dominated. For all her feminist talk, she likes being objectified and used. After months of extreme sexual activity, how could she ever return to her old vanilla sex life? No, we got her hooked on humiliation and submission, and now she’s addicted to it.” Natla said.
“That still doesn’t explain why she agreed to marry me.” Sarah said.
“Simple: you complete her; you satisfy all of her physical needs, so it was only natural that she would transfer her emotional needs onto you as well. It’s one of the main reasons why casual sexual relationships and “friends with benefits” almost never work: it’s too difficult to keep the physical intimacy and emotional intimacy separate, and eventually one party will want something more.” Natla said.
“And now I have a question for you: what did you think of the video from the stables?” Natla asked.
Sarah blushed uncomfortably. “I don’t know what you mean.” Sarah answered defensively.
Sarah had secretly masturbated to the video several times. She knew it was wrong and she felt ashamed for doing so, but she couldn’t help herself.
“I mean, what did you think when you saw your lover having sex with horses?” Natla asked.
“I was horrified of course!” Sarah answered firmly.
“That’s all?” Natla asked.
“And I was angry at Mary and Sybil for doing that to her.” Sarah added.
“But you weren’t turned on by it?” Natla teased.
“No!” Sarah lied, glancing away guiltily.
“Then why are you blushing, and why won’t you look me in the eyes? You were turned on by it, weren’t you?” Natla said.
“Please, you can’t tell anyone about this! Lara and I are in a really good place right now. If she were to find out…” Sarah rambled, until Natla cut her off.
“Actually, I think you’ll find that Lara enjoyed her time with the horses as well – perhaps more than she’s willing to admit.” Natla said.
Sarah sat in uncomfortable silence, trying to find some words to prove Natla wrong.
“Listen, what you choose to do with Lara is your own business. As long as you keep her distracted with your little sex games and stop her from interfering with my plans, our deal stands. All I’m suggesting is that you might consider taking your sex games to the next level. The more you can offer her something that she can’t find anywhere else, the more secure your grip on her will be.” Natla said.
Sarah cringed inwardly at the thought of Lara eventually tiring of her. Despite her adoption of the role of Lara’s Mistress, Sarah still felt like she was pretending and she was desperately afraid of eventually being found out.
“So… what should I do?” Sarah asked.
Natla smiled and placed her duffel bag on the table in front of Sarah.…
Back at Croft Manor, Lara waited impatiently in her bedroom for Sarah’s return. She felt on edge, and it took all of her self-control not to start masturbating. The lascivious stares of her staff had gotten her all hot and bothered, and she couldn’t wait to release her pent-up sexual energy with Sarah. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Sarah entered the room. She was dressed casually in her active wear and she was carrying a grey duffel bag. Lara was already naked and hurried onto her hands and knees at the centre of the bed.
“Did you miss me, Countess?” Sarah asked, as she began to undress.
“Yes, Mistress!” Lara answered earnestly.
When Sarah was naked, she walked around in front of Lara and unzipped the grey duffel bag.
“I thought we might try something different today,” Sarah said, removing an enormous strap-on dildo from the bag, “if you’re up to it?”
Lara’s cheeks flushed with both excitement and embarrassment, as she recognised the shape of the strap-on dildo: it was shaped like a giant horse cock. The horse dildo was about the same thickness as a Coke can and almost 4 times as long: it had a flared 3 inch wide head, and a 2.5 inch wide shaft, which thickened to over 2.75 inches wide near the swollen balls at the base. The horse dildo was attached to a wide black belt, and Lara felt a tingle of excitement, as she imagined it plunging into her holes.
“What do you say, Countess?” Sarah asked.
“I will serve my Mistress however she desires.” Lara answered, blushing with shame at how excited she was to be fucked by the horse dildo.
Sarah smiled down at her and pulled out 4 sets of Velcro cuffs and 3 stainless steel spreader bars from the duffel bag. The spreader bars were made from 3 telescoping steel sections, with a D-ring at the centre and 2 steel O-rings set at either end, each connected to a steel carabiner. Sarah placed the spreader bars to one side and walked around Lara’s body, wrapping the 2 inch wide Velcro cuffs around her wrists and ankles. The 2 inch wide black cuffs had metal D-rings stitched into them, and Sarah clipped these to the carabiners at either end of 2 of the spreader bars. Lara’s arms and legs were forced wide apart by the two spreader bars running horizontally between her wrists and ankles. Then Sarah clipped the final spreader bar vertically between them, creating a loose I-shaped frame that locked Lara’s body in place.
Sarah grinned at Lara, as she buckled the strap-on horse dildo into place around her slim waist. The bendable black rubber dildo sagged downwards slightly under its own weight, and was easily as large as Sarah’s forearm. Lara actually found that last thought reassuring: Sarah had been fisting her holes every day for the past two weeks, and Lara’s pussy and asshole had loosened up considerably as a result. Sarah grabbed a tube of lubricant from the nightstand and then climbed onto the bed behind her. Lara took a deep breath and tried her best to relax her muscles. Then she felt the enormous head of the dildo pressing against the entrance to her pussy.
Lara felt the blunt tip of the horse dildo pushing inwards against her straining pussy lips. She felt her pussy lips distending inwards around it. The discomfort of the large object slowly stretching her open was more than offset by Lara’s excitement at the prospect of being fucked by a giant horse cock – even if it was only an artificial one. Lara moaned as her pussy lips gradually expanded to accommodate the horse dildo. Lara winced and took in several deep breaths. Just when she thought she might not be able to take anymore, her pussy stretched open wide enough to admit the flared head of the horse dildo. The massive 3 inch wide tip disappeared inside her stretched-open pussy, which then squeezed shut again, gripping the circumference of the narrower 2.5 inch wide shaft.
Lara moaned as Sarah fed more of the thick horse cock inside her pussy, forcing her sensitive vaginal walls to expand outwards around it. Lara’s whole body shook, as Sarah slid a full 8 inches of horse dildo insider her pussy. Then Sarah started to fuck her. Compared to the strength and brutality of being fucked by Mary’s stallions, Sarah’s thrusting was almost gentle. Sarah climbed up onto her haunches and grabbed hold of Lara’s flared hips for leverage. She started ramming the horse cock in and out of Lara’s stretched pussy. Lara grunted loudly each time the flared tip slammed against her sensitive cervix.
Lara felt the angle of the horse dildo shift slightly, as Sarah climbed to her feet and pounded downwards into her tender hole. The change in angle allowed Sarah to cram an extra 2 inches of horse dildo inside Lara’s stretched pussy. Lara felt the flexible rubbery shaft of the horse dildo bend downwards inside of her, as the flared head glanced down off her cervix. Lara looked down and saw the thick outline of the horse cock bulging out from her flat stomach. The indecent sight made her shiver all over, as an orgasm grew between her legs.
“You’re a horse slut, aren’t you, Countess?” Sarah said.
“Yes, Mistress!” Lara gasped, as Sarah brutally fucked her doggy style.
“Say it!” Sarah repeated, literally pounding Lara from behind.
“I’m horse slut!” Lara said.
“Louder!” Sarah said, fucking her faster.
“I’m a horse slut!” Lara shouted.
Lara knew she was about to orgasm, and her whole body started to shake uncontrollably.
“Louder!” Sarah repeated.
“I’m a dirty horse slut!” Lara shouted at the top of her lungs, and then came.
Sarah watched her lover’s pussy squirt and spasm around the thick horse cock. She still marvelled at how a hole that was so small and tight could expand open so wide, and yet still return back to normal afterwards. She had initially put Lara’s recuperative abilities down to the special cream that Natla had given to her, to rub daily onto both her holes, but now Sarah believed it was simply some ability inherent in Lara’s genetic makeup – like an evolutionary superpower. Lara’s pussy and asshole, quite simply, had a magical ability to stretch open and closed, without sustaining any permanent damage.
Lara moaned and cried, as she orgasmed around the horse dildo. Sarah buried it inside her as deeply as it would go and reached around to rub Lara’s clitoris, adding even more stimulation to Lara’s body. Lara whimpered as she kept on cuming, finally collapsing face first down onto the bed. Sarah finally took pity on her and pulled the horse cock from her pussy. Lara’s formerly tight pussy was left gaping open a full inch wide, and Sarah could see inside her all the way to Lara’s tiny cervix.
Sarah climbed off the bed and pulled out a USB memory stick from her duffel bag, which she then plugged into the large flat screen TV hanging from the Lara’s bedroom wall.
“I have a small admission to make.” Sarah said, picking up the remote control and turning on the TV.
She selected the USB from the menu screen and pressed play. Lara’s eyes widened as she saw herself on the screen. It was CCV footage from inside Mary’s stables, and it showed Lara bent over a hay bale and being mounted by a large horse. Lara was shocked by the sight of herself being pounded from behind by the large stallion. Sarah let her watch for a full minute, before fast forwarding until Lara was lying on her back on the hay bale. Lara blushed with shame as she saw herself very obviously orgasming around the enormous horse cock impaling her.
“I’ve been secretly masturbating to this video ever since I first saw it.” Sarah said.
Lara was shocked by her lover’s admission. She had thought that she was alone in having such indecent thoughts.
“I know it’s wrong, but you just look so sexy taking those massive horse cocks. Please don’t hate me.” Sarah said.
“I could never hate you, Mistress.” Lara said, pushed herself back up to her hands and knees.
Lara was aware of Sarah moving around behind her, but Lara’s eyes were glued to the TV screen. Sarah squirted more lubricant onto the horse cock and then pressed the flared head against Lara’s asshole. Lara moaned, as her puckered asshole stretched open around the thick cock. Lara took a deep breath, as her anus slowly expanded wider and wider, before finally swallowing the horse dildo inside. Sarah used the remote control to rewind the video back to where Lara was being ass-fucked by one of the stallions. Lara watched herself being fucked by a horse on the TV screen and secretly pretended that Sarah’s strap-on dildo was a real horse as well.
Lara groaned as the enormous horse dildo slid deep inside her asshole. When half of the horse dildo was buried inside her, a full 10 inches of 2.5 inch thick horse cock, Lara felt the wider medial ring slam against her stretched sphincter. Sara pulled her hips back and slammed forward again, pounding brutally against Lara’s asshole. Again and again, Sarah pistoned the horse dildo in and out of Lara’s asshole, until her sphincter finally weakened and stretched inwards around the 2.75 inch wide medial ring. A moment later, Lara’s muscles finally gave up their grip, and the remainder of the horse cock slid forward inside her gaping asshole.
Lara groaned as the thick horse cock slid deeper inside her than anything natural should ever go. She now had almost 20 inches of horse cock buried inside her rectum, and Lara could see the distinctive outline of the horse dildo bulging outwards from her stomach. Sarah pulled back and then slammed forward again. Lara’s whole body rocked forward, and her large breasts swung pendulously beneath her chest. Sarah kept one hand gripping Lara’s hips for leverage, while her other hand reached down between Lara’s legs and rubbed her clit.
“Tell me what you are!” Sarah commanded, speaking directly into Lara’s ear.
“I’m a filthy horse slut!” Lara shouted.
Incredibly, Lara could feel a second orgasm growing inside of her. The humiliation of watching herself being fucked by a horse, whilst simultaneous being fucked by a facsimile, was incredible. Lara moaned and her thighs started to shake from the repeated thrusts of the horse dildo. Her face was flushed and sweat was beading down her body.
“Cum for me, horse slut! Cum for your Mistress!” Sarah commanded.
“Ohhhhh, Fuuuuuucckkkkk!” Lara screamed as she came.
Once again, Lara could not maintain her posture, and collapsed down onto the bed. Sarah kept rubbing her pussy until it was almost painful. Lara would have squeezed her thighs shut, but the spreader bars left her powerless to do so. Lara screamed and bit her pillow against the pleasure. Sarah finally took pity on her and stopped rubbing her clitoris. A moment later she pulled the horse dildo from Lara’s wide, gaping asshole. Sarah walked around and unclipped Lara’s hands and feet from the spreader bars.
“Did you enjoy yourself?” Sarah asked.
“Yes, Mistress.” Lara answered, blushing bright red with shame when she realised that she had.
Sarah fast forwarded the video until it showed Lara performing oral sex on another of Mary’s stallions. Sarah turned around and lay back on the edge of the bed, facing directly away from the TV with her legs spread apart.
“I think you should thank me for looking after you.” Sarah said.
“Yes, Mistress.” Lara answered, as she moved forward to lick Sarah’s pussy, while staring up at the TV and watching herself lick and suck the massive horse cock.

4 WEEKS LATER…
It took some further convincing and cajoling, but Lara eventually agreed to Sarah’s plans for restoring the modest stables behind Croft Manor. Work had begun apace to repair the leaky roof, shore up the walls and replace any rotten timbers from the frame. Sarah had also started her search for suitable breeding studs to house within it. Lara still worried that someone might find out about their activities, but Sarah assured her that she would be careful; and by this time, Lara trusted her implicitly.
Today was when Winston was scheduled to return from his detox, and Lara was waiting eagerly for his arrival. Lara made an effort to dress conservatively for the occasion by wearing a classic yellow sundress – it was very ladylike, just like Winston always wanted. As the taxi pulled up in front of Croft Manor, Lara smiled with genuine warmth, looking forward to seeing her oldest friend and mentor again. Winston climbed out of the backseat of the taxi, followed by Sarah. Lara ran over to them and gave Winston an affectionate hug, while Sarah paid the taxi driver, who had just finished unloading Winston’s suitcase from the trunk.
“Winston, it’s so good to have you back!” Lara said.
Winston looked at her strangely for a moment, before picking up his suitcase and walking towards the Manor house without saying a word. Sarah grabbed hold of Lara’s hand, squeezing it reassuringly, and then walked with her back inside. Winston put his suitcase down in the main hall and then turned to Lara.
“Lady Croft, we need to talk.” Winston said seriously.
Lara got a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach, but she was reassured by Sarah’s presence beside her.
“My detox was not entirely successful: I am fully aware of what Natla did to me, and I feel incredibly guilty for my actions towards you, but the thoughts she implanted in my mind are still there. When I look at you, I see the young Lady that I helped to raise after her parents died; but I also see a filthy whore, unworthy of her noble title or my respect. How can I possibly serve you faithfully, when part of me views you as a disgrace to your family name? Oh, I could pretend that nothing has changed, but it would be a lie, and you deserve better than that. Natla has ruined me. I have no choice but to tender my resignation.” Winston said.
Lara was crestfallen. She had been hoping that with Winston’s return, things would finally start returning to normal.
“Winston, surely there’s a way to reverse what Natla did to you; perhaps there are some drugs that you could take?” Lara suggested.
Winston shook his head. “The drugs Natla used were highly experimental. There is no treatment, and no cure.” Winston said gravely.
“Lara, maybe this could be a good thing.” Sarah suggested suddenly.
Lara rounded on her in surprise. “How could this possibly be a good thing, Sarah!” Lara asked angrily.
Lara felt uncomfortable speaking to Sarah in such a tone, but dismissed the feeling. Sarah was only Lara’s Mistress in the bedroom, and this situation was serious. Winston’s future was at stake! Sarah held up her hands in a conciliatory gesture.
“All I’m saying is that considering what we’re planning, with the new stables and all, I doubt that the old Winston would have approved.” Sarah said.
Lara knew that she was right. Winston was as upstanding and straight-laced as they came. He would have never accepted Lara’s new sexual fetishes.
“I wouldn’t have let him find out.” Lara countered.
“He would have found out eventually. He’s not a fool.” Sarah retorted. “But look at him now. This new Winston has no qualms about anything you might do. Isn’t that right, Winston?” Sarah asked him.
“I honestly can’t think any worse of Lady Croft than I already do.” Winston said sincerely.
“What if you found out that Lara had partaken in bestiality?” Sarah asked.
Lara’s face went pale and her eyes widened in horror, as she heard her most embarrassing and depraved secret spoken aloud.
“It would not surprise me in the slightest. The woman is a pervert and a disgrace.” Winston said.
“But would that knowledge interfere with the performance of your duties?” Sarah asked.
“Of course not: I’m a professional!” Winston said indignantly.
Sarah turned to Lara with a raised eyebrow. “Well?” Sarah asked her.
“I… I suppose this could work…” Lara answered uncertainly.
Winston gave her a predatory smile that both dismayed and excited her.

6 WEEKS LATER…
Lara stepped from the shower after having washed away the sweat from her morning exercises. After drying off her long hair, she wrapped a large towel around her naked body and walked into the bedroom. Winston had laid out a fresh change of clothes for her on the bed. Lara took one look at them and then walked over to the intercom.
“Winston!” Lara said into the intercom.
“You rang, Countess?” Winston asked innocently through the intercom.
Countess was the pet name that Sarah used for her when they were playing their dominance and submission games. Winston thought it was hilarious and he insisted upon calling her by that title all the time now. He almost never called her Lara or Lady Croft anymore.
“Winston, I thought we had a deal?” Lara said.
About a week into his return to Croft Manor, Winston had begun ordering new outfits online for Lara to wear each day. Lara had tried to wear some of her old clothes instead, but Winston had hidden them all on one of the rare days that Lara had left the safety of her Abingdon Estate. Lara and Sarah had attended a society ball for the first time as a married lesbian couple. Lara wore one of her fanciest gowns, while Sarah wore one of the expensive designer dresses that she had bought during one of her earlier shopping sprees. The evening went off without a hitch, and Lara and Sarah were the belles of the ball: everyone wanted to talk to them, and prise out any juicy gossip about their lesbian marriage.
Lara had believed that she was ready to go back out into public life, but being around so many people left her feeling nervous and anxious. Only Sarah’s presence calmed her, and Lara spent most of the night glued to her young wife’s shoulder. She even had to ask Sarah to accompany her to the bathroom, for fear of having a panic attack. Lara breathed a sigh of relief when they got home, and then noticed that all of her normal clothes were missing. All that was left were her fancy ball gowns and dresses and her underwear. When Lara asked him about it, Winston simply told her that as her butler, it was his job to lay out her clothes each day.
“Winston, I thought we had a deal?” Lara said into the intercom.
“I simply laid out your clothes, as you requested.” Winston said through the intercom.
“I asked you to give me some appropriate clothing!” Lara said, looking down at the black fishnet dress.
“So you did. I think you’ll find that the dress I selected for you to wear is quite appropriate for a young whore like yourself.” Winston answered.
“I am not a whore, Winston!” Lara protested, although even she hardly believed it anymore.
“That’s not what the tattoo on your crotch says!” Winston answered snidely.
Lara felt herself growing wet and excited at the way her butler was speaking to her. Winston seemed to take great pleasure in degrading and humiliating her, and for all her protestations, Lara had actually started to enjoy it. For the past week, Winston had laid out the cheapest, tackiest dresses for Lara to wear. They were the sort of cheap and slutty dresses that lower class girls wore out to nightclubs and bars. Lara was used to being the most beautiful and sophisticated woman in whatever room she entered; she was used to wearing elegant designer gowns, expensive high heels and stylish accessories; she wouldn’t have been caught dead wearing anything as cheap, tacky and revealing as the clothes that Winston brought her each day.
“Winston, I can’t wear this!” Lara argued.
“Feel free to walk around in your underwear if you like.” Winston answered
They’d had this conversation every day for the past week, and it always ended the same way. Lara sighed and put on the dress. Lara’s revealing clothing had not gone unnoticed by the other members of Lara’s staff: Zip, Alistair and Bogwyn were all sporting near permanent erections, and Lara had heard them grumbling under their breath about her being a cock tease. Lara was both shocked and excited to hear herself spoken about in such a degrading manner, although she worried that they might eventually become disgruntled and leave her service. She had confided her fears to Sarah, who reassured her that she had a plan to ensure their continued loyalty. Lara relied on Sarah more and more now, and delegated most of the running of Croft Manor to her.
Winston grinned as Lara walked down the large staircase leading to the main hall. She looked every inch the cheap slut that she was. Still, she somehow managed to walk gracefully, despite the 5 inch black high heels that she was wearing. Her dress, if it could be described as such, was sleeveless, with a high neckline and back, and a hem that descended down past Lara’s knees. It might have been described as conservative, were it not for the fact that it was made from a black fishnet material, reminiscent of the nets that fishermen used to haul in their catches. The material meant that despite the dress, Lara appeared practically naked except for her black push-up bra and skimpy black thong.
Sarah was out again, receiving her dominatrix lessons, which gave Winston the run of the house. Natla had arranged for those lessons, just as she had arranged for Winston’s return to Croft Manor. Winston was here to keep an eye on the young married couple, both to make sure that Sarah honoured her agreement with Natla, and to ensure that Lara was kept occupied.
“You’re looking as lovely as ever, Countess.” Winston said, enjoying the blush on Lara’s face as he used her pet name.
“Thank you, Winston.” Lara answered politely.
“Lady Sarah called and said she’d be back in 30 minutes. She also said that she’s bringing you a visitor.” Winston said.
Lara’s beautiful face paled at that news.
“I need to change. I can’t receive guests like this.” Lara said, gesturing down at her slutty clothing.
“Lady Sarah instructed that you are to remain as you are, and await her in the main hall.” Winston said.
Lara looked like she might argue, but then obediently walked past him and sat down on one of the large sofas. Winston felt his cock grow painfully erect in his pants, as he stared at Lara’s shapely buttocks through the back of the fishnet dress. He couldn’t wait for another shot at that sexy little ass.
Lara fidgeted uncomfortably on the sofa, imagining who Sarah might be bringing home with her. Her mind conjured up all kinds of horrifying possibilities, and it was only her unquestioning trust of Sarah that kept her from running back upstairs to her room. When the front door finally opened, Lara’s eyes widened when she recognised the small Asian woman accompanying her Mistress. It was Sam’s younger sister, Mio. Lara hadn’t seen her since the night of Sam’s bachelorette party, when she had tattooed the word WHORE above Lara’s pussy in bold black letters. Once again, Mio was dressed all in black, although this time a long-sleeved hoodie covered up most of the tattoos that Lara knew covered the 18 year old’s tiny 5’2” tall body.
“You’ll never guess who I ran into today.” Sarah said.
“What are the odds?” Winston said, smiling broadly.
Lara didn’t believe that this was a mere chance, as the expression on her face no doubt conveyed.
“Alright, so I might have contacted Sam and arranged for her sister to stop by the next time she visited England.” Sarah explained.
“Why is she here?” Lara asked fearfully.
“Well, she’s here for a tattoo exhibition being held in Manchester.” Sarah explained.
“I mean, why is she here at our house?” Lara asked.
“She’s here to finish off your tattoo.” Sarah explained.
Lara practically had a panic attack. She hated the tattoos on her body: both the WHORE tattoo written above her pussy, and the egregious CUM SLUT Coat of Arms tattooed on her lower back. They were a constant reminder of everything Natla had done to her, and how close Lara had come to losing everything. Sarah seemed to sense Lara’s unease and placed a calming hand on her shoulder.
“Do you trust me, Lara?” Sarah asked.
“I do, but…” Lara said.
“Do you trust me, Countess?” Sarah asked again, using Lara’s pet name.
“Yes, Mistress.” Lara answered automatically, instinctively yielding control to her Mistress.
Sarah nodded to Sam, who began setting up her equipment. Lara reluctantly rolled up the fishnet dress and slid down her black panties. Mio placed a stencil over Lara’s lower stomach, just above the WHORE tattoo. Lara looked down at it and suddenly understood. Her heartbeat slowed and her breathing calmed, as she accepted what was about to happen to her. Sarah held Lara’s hand, as the tattoo gun perforate her smooth skin. An hour later, Lara looked down happily at her newly finished tattoo. Mio had only added one word above the original tattoo, but it made all the difference to Lara: her crotch tattoo new read, “SARAH’S WHORE.”
Sarah thanked Mio and paid her for her time, and then asked Winston to drive her back to her hotel. Mio’s nodded to Lara before leaving, her face inscrutable, but Lara felt certain she could see amusement in the young Asian woman’s eyes. Lara blushed when she thought of Mio telling her sister, Lara’s best friend Sam, about this latest addition to her body art.
“And now, I think, it’s time to discuss your wardrobe.” Sarah said.
“Mistress, it’s not my fault. Winston hid my clothes and…” Lara started to say.
“I’m not criticising you, Countess. I love your new wardrobe: it makes you look so sexy.” Sarah said, stroking Lara’s bare arm.
Lara felt herself puff with pride at her Mistress’s compliment.
“I merely meant that it’s all a bit haphazard, isn’t it? I thought that we might formalise things. The dominatrix I’ve been seeing has suggested that we try some roleplay.” Sarah said.
Sarah took out a small tablet computer and showed Lara a catalogue containing all manner of different costumes. Sarah scrolled through them one at a time, occasionally asking Lara for her opinion.
“How about this one?” Sarah asked, showing Lara a latex fetish maid outfit.
“Hell no!” Lara said, before adding a respectful, “Mistress.”
She did not want to repeat the experience of being a lowly maid in her own house.
“Oh, but you were so cute in your little French maid’s uniform.” Sarah teased.
Lara crossed her arms and shook her head determinedly. Sarah grinned and moved on to the next page of costumes. The website contained every sort of fetish costume one could think of: there were latex stewardesses, nurses, sailors, soldiers, maids, superheroines, and even full length latex body suits; but Lara’s interest only really piqued when they got into the pet section. The thought of being walked around on a leash by her mistress was a big turn on for Lara. They scrolled through several cute cat girl and puppy girl costumes, until Sarah came upon a shiny latex pony girl costume. Lara breathed in sharply, and she licked her lips unconsciously. Sarah opened the page and scrolled through the close-up images, while glancing across at the excited expression on Lara’s beautiful face.
“I think we have a winner!” Sarah said, grinning broadly.

8 WEEKS LATER…
The renovations to the stables were moving on apace, although Lara left the details to Sarah to manage. After they had decided upon the pony girl fetish costumes, Sarah took Lara to a discrete and expensive store in London to get measured and fitted for her new outfits. Each suit was a bespoke design, completely customized and fitted to the exact dimensions of the wearer. Lara found that her anxiety at being away from Croft Manor had grown, and she was relieved to hear that once the store had her measurements on file, they could order as many additional suits online as they wanted and then have them delivered.
Lara tried not to dwell on the unease she felt whenever she left the safety of her Abingdon Estate. It felt like a kind of agoraphobia: whenever she entered the wider world, she was left feeling helpless, panicked and embarrassed. Lara was incredibly grateful to Sarah for assuming full responsibility for the running of Croft Manor. It seemed only natural that they should have joint bank accounts, now that they were officially married; and Sarah was far more careful at spending Lara’s inheritance, now that she was no longer under the influence of Natla.
Today was a particularly momentous day for Lara. The first of her custom pony girl suits had arrived, and today she would parade in it in front of her staff. Lara was feeling very nervous and insecure about this latest step she was taking: it brought back painful memories of Jacqueline Natla making her crawl into her Manor house on all fours on the end of a leash. Sarah assured her that this time it would be different, because now it was her choice, but Lara wasn’t so sure. She also worried about how Zip, Alistair and Bogwyn would react to her drastic new lifestyle choice; but she trusted Sarah, and she couldn’t help but feel excitement at the thought of shamelessly parading herself in front of her staff.
Sarah unpacked the items in the box and slowly helped Lara to dress. They started with a pair of fitted latex stockings. Rather than the cheap items sold at common sex shops, these were made of very thick, high quality latex, hand stitched with as much care and attention as an expensive Saville Row suit. The red stockings went all the way up to the tops of Lara’s thighs, and hugged her athletic legs like a second skin. The stockings had a black zipper running down the side, and ended in very high platform heels. The original stockings had a heelless design that forced the pony girl permanently up onto her tippy toes; but that sort of pose could only be maintained for short periods of time, and since Lara wanted to be able to wear her pony girl outfits for several hours a day, she asked Sarah to order the stockings with high heels instead.
As Lara stood up from the bed, she felt like she was wearing stilts. Each red stocking sat upon a 1 inch high black rubber platform, with a 7 inch high black metal heel. Lara tried walking in them experimentally. The heels were surprisingly comfortable, although the angle of the shoes made Lara feel like she was walking around on her tippy toes and her normally graceful walk degenerated into an unsteady wobble.
“Don’t worry. I’m sure you’ll get used to them.” Sarah said, giggling at Lara’s discomfort.
Lara gave her Mistress a dirty look and sat back down on the bed. The next part of the costume was a red latex corset with flexible black ribs running vertically up it. The corset’s tightness was regulated by a series of reinforced black straps and buckles at the back, but any adjustment was unnecessary, because once again it was made to fit Lara’s athletic body like a glove. The corset started in a V-shape just below Lara’s tiny waist and then curved high up over her hourglass hips, leaving them completely exposed. The rear of the corset did not curve downwards again, but instead ran horizontally across Lara’s back, meaning that the back of the corset was far smaller than the front. The top of the corset ended in a pair of small black cups, just over an inch high. They reminded Lara of a cupless bra, in that they pushed her large breasts up and together, but did nothing to hide them.
Next to go on Lara was a pair of long red latex gloves that ended just below her armpits; although perhaps mittens might have been a more accurate description, since the ends did not have individual finger or thumb holes. Once the long-sleeved gloves were on, Sarah placed a pair of thick black cuffs around Lara’s wrists, buckling them securely in place. Each of the cuffs had a large metal D-ring on it. Sarah buckled a second set of cuffs around Lara’s upper forearms, just below her elbows. These cuffs had a second strap and buckle hanging down from the underside.
Sarah forced Lara’s arms behind her back, until both of her arms were placed horizontally across her back, one above the other. Then she ran the black strap from each of the arm cuffs down around the opposite wrist, through the D-ring on the wrist cuff, and then back up through the buckle of the arm cuff. Sarah pulled the straps tight, forcing Lara to arch her back as her elbows were pulled inwards behind her. Sarah buckled the straps firmly in place, and then moved on to the next item of clothing. Sarah buckled a 4 inch high black leather collar around the Lara’s elegant neck. The collar had a raised lip at the front, which forced Lara to lift her chin upwards. The collar also had a wide metal D-ring stitched into the front, to which Sarah attached a 3 foot long leather leash, which hung down loosely between Lara’s naked breasts.
Sarah smiled as she pulled out the next piece. It was a stainless steel butt plug connected to a thick 2 foot long horse tail, made of real horse hair and died to match Lara’s own hair colour. The butt plugs had come in a variety of sizes, the smallest being only 1 inch wide, with a 0.25 inch neck leading to the flat plug that held the tail. Lara’s own tail was one of the largest models available. It consisted of a 2.5 inch wide pear shaped section, with a 1 inch wide neck, leading to a 1.5 inch wide flat plug at the end. Sarah applied some lubricant to the butt plug tail and then pushed it home. After some initial resistance, Lara’s well-used asshole expanded around the plug, before clenching closed again around the comparatively slender neck. Lara looked across at the mirror and shifted her hips experimentally, which caused her tail to swish from side to side.
The last part of Lara’s pony girl outfit was a strappy black headpiece that was reminiscent of a horse’s bridle. There was a large oval section of thin black straps that looped under Lara’s chin, ran up across her cheeks and then met above the bridge of her nose. The oval muzzle was held in place by a horizontal strap that ran behind Lara’s head, and a vertical strap that ran up over Lara’s forehead, where it connected to a horizontal headband strap. Two 8 inch long floppy red horse ears stuck up on either side of the headband, and there were two black blinders that projected downwards on either side of Lara’s eyes, greatly restricting her field of vision. The last part of Lara’s costume was a thick red ball-gag, connected to a thin black strap, which buckled shut behind her head.
“Ready Countess?” Sarah asked.
Lara took a deep breath and nodded. Sarah took hold of her leash and led Lara out of the bedroom. Lara walked unsteadily behind Sarah on her new high heels. Lara was tall for a woman, at 5’10”, but in the absurdly high heels she was teetering 6’6” above the ground, and was a full head taller than her Mistress. Sarah led her awkwardly down the front staircase, walking in front of Lara and helping to support her so that she didn’t fall. Once back of level ground again, Sarah led Lara towards the kitchen. Winston, Zip, Alistair and Bogwyn were waiting for them inside, although only Winston knew what was about to happen.
“Holy shit! Lara?” Zip blurted out.
Lara could feel their eyes staring at her smooth naked crotch, and her large exposed breasts, and she knew that she was blushing with embarrassment.
“Gentlemen, as you may already be aware, Lara and I have been exploring some sexual fantasies of ours. We’ve decided to take our sex play to the next level.” Sarah said.
“Wait a minute! How do we know that isn’t another blackmail thing?” Zip asked.
“Yeah, I want to hear it from Lara!” Alistair added.
Sarah walked up behind Lara and removed the ball-gag from her mouth.
“It’s true. I’m doing this of my own freewill. Since being married to Sarah, I’ve discovered that I like being dominated. As part of that, I’ve decided to try living as a sex pet – specifically a pony girl.” Lara said.
Zip and Alistair both gawped at Lara in open mouthed shock. Bogwyn was inscrutable as always, and Winston had a lascivious smile on his face.
“So… why tell us?” Zip asked.
“For starters, there’s no way we could keep this sort of thing a secret for very long, so we might as well be open about it. Secondly, I’m hoping you might be willing to participate.” Sarah said.
“Participate how?” Zip asked, clearly excited at the prospect of getting another shot at Lara Croft.
“Countess?” Sarah prompted.
“Couldn’t you tell them, Mistress?” Lara asked, feeling very self-conscious at her staff’s scrutiny.
“I think it would sound better coming from you.” Sarah answered with a grin.
Lara blushed with shame at the indecent proposal she was about to make. She cleared her throat and then spoke.
“Every day, after my workout and up until dinner, I’m going to be living as a pony girl. While I’m in character, I’d like you all to refer to me as Countess – that’s Sarah’s pet name for me. I was also hoping you’d walk me around the yard, take me for runs, water me and feed me oats at lunch time.” Lara said, feeling a tingle of excitement run down her spine at the obscene things she was proposing.
“I don’t want to sound selfish, but this sounds like a lot of work: so what’s in it for us?” Zip asked.
Lara took a deep breath.
“While I’m a pony girl, anyone who participates in my training is allowed to use my mouth and asshole. My Mistress just asks that you reinsert my tail and ball-gag once you’re done.” Lara said.
“Wait! Why just her mouth and asshole? What about her pussy?” Winston objected.
“My pussy belongs only to my Mistress.” Lara answered.
“So, boys, what do you say?” Sarah asked.
“I’m in!” Zip answered instantly.
“Me too!” Alistair said enthusiastically.
Bogwyn nodded his approval, while Winston smiled and nodded in agreement. The four men started to approach Lara, but Sarah held up a halting hand.
“Not until tomorrow. I want Lara to have a chance to walk around and get used to her new costume unmolested.” Sarah said.
The gathered men grumbled in frustration, but Lara could see that they were already planning what they would do to her tomorrow. Sarah inserted the red ball-gag back into Lara’s mouth and buckled it in place. Then she grabbed hold of Lara’s leash and led her outside into the large grassy area behind the Manor house.

12 WEEKS LATER…
Lara’s incredible physical conditioning and natural sense of balance allowed her to quickly adapt to her new life as a pony girl. Her initial stumbling steps gave way to graceful, sure-footed strides. Lara was currently trotting around the Manor at a slow jog, with Zip riding alongside her on an electric bicycle. Sarah had bought Lara over a dozen pony girl outfits in different colours, although all of them were otherwise identical. Today, Lara was wearing a navy blue pony girl costume. Lara yelped suddenly into her ball-gag, as she felt Zip smack her bare buttocks with his riding crop.
“Keep those knees us, Countess!” Zip told her.
Lara swore silently under her breath and raised her knees higher in an attempt to placate him, while her brown tail streamed out behind her. It was hard enough to run in the absurdly high heels, not to mention the restricted field of vision caused by the blinders on either side of her bridle, and the thick collar that forced her to raise her chin upwards; but what made it even harder was the way her arms were bound together horizontally behind her back: they forced her to permanently arch her back and thrust out her chest and ass, which threw off her balance.
Her running was accompanied by the constant ringing of the tiny bells that hung from the stainless steel nipple clamps attached to her bouncing breasts. That latest addition had been Winston’s idea: he had complained to Sarah that Lara kept sneaking up on him, and it was dangerous for his old heart. It was a lie, of course: the metal heels of Lara’s thigh high stocking boots made loud clicking sounds on the ground whenever she took a step, but Sarah seemed to like the idea of the nipple clamps, and had sided with Winston. This was Lara’s second lap around the Manor house, and she was sweating freely from the workout. When they reached the back door to the kitchen, Lara was finally allowed to rest.
Breathing heavily through the ball-gag, Zip led Lara towards a small horse trough that had been setup next to the kitchen door and filled with water. Zip removed Lara’s ball-gag and allowed her to drink. Lara bent forward at the waist and slurped water from the trough like an animal. She blushed as she felt Zip’s hand groping her ass.
“Getting much better, Countess. At this rate, you’ll be running at a full gallop in no time.” Zip told her.
Lara felt her chest puff with pride at his compliment. She hoped that Zip would tell her Mistress how hard she had been working. She wanted so desperately to please Sarah. Zip walked around in front of her and held out a handful of oats. Lara hadn’t eaten since breakfast and eagerly ate the oats from his hand.
“Good Countess.” Zip told her, patting her head like she was a pet.
Zip moved around behind her and pulled the butt-plug tail out of her ass. Lara grunted as her asshole expanded to release the gigantic pear-shaped butt plug. Lara’s now vacant asshole was left gaping open over an inch wide, as Zip walked around in front of her and held out his cock. Lara knew what was expected of her and dribbled saliva down onto it. Zip grinned as he rubbed the saliva into his black shaft, before stepping around behind her and pressing his cock inside her gaping asshole. The thick butt plug that Lara was now wearing on a daily basis ensured that her once tight asshole remained loose and pliant, and she barely felt any resistance as Zip thrust inside her. She felt Zip’s hands on her hourglass hips, as he pistoned his cock in and out of her asshole. Each thrust of his cock was accompanied by the ringing of the small bells attached to her nipples, as her large round breasts bounced up and down inside her cupless corset.
He fucked her furiously for several minutes before he came. Lara shivered as she felt his warm cum spurting deep inside her bowels. Lara felt desperately horny, and that was by design. The constant humiliation of parading around as a pony girl and being used by her staff filled Lara with lust, but with her pussy being off limits to everyone except Sarah, she would have no release until she was fisted by her Mistress at the end of each day. It left Lara craving Sarah’s touch like a drug addict wanting her next hit. Zip pulled out of Lara’s asshole and reinserted by butt plug. Lara grunted as her asshole expanded open around the 2.5 inch wide plug, before swallowing it inside.
Zip moved around in front of her, and Lara obediently bent forward and licked his slimy cock clean, tasting his cum and her own ass on his shaft. After the bland and tasteless oats, Lara actually started to like the flavour. When his cock had been licked completely clean, Zip reinserted Lara’s ball-gag and led her inside the Manor. Zip went back upstairs to his computer, leaving Lara alone with her horny, sex obsessed thoughts. She desperately wanted to find Bogwyn. His large cock felt so good inside her asshole, even if it no longer stretched her open as it once had; but he’d gone out that morning to buy gardening supplies and wouldn’t be back for several hours. Alistair always preferred to fuck Lara’s face and throat, so there would be no relief there. Reluctantly, Lara trotted off to find Winston.
Lara both loved and hated being around Winston: she hated the cruel things he said to her, and yet she loved how horny his obscene comments made her feel. Despite Sarah’s orders, Winston had taken to rubbing Lara’s clitoris while he fucked her. It wasn’t done out of any sense of sympathy for Lara’s plight; rather, he seemed to like the control it gave him, and the way it kept Lara coming back to him, day after day. He used Lara’s horniness against her, teasing her clitoris until she was practically humping his hand in a desperate attempt to cum, all while verbally abusing and insulting her. Cruelly, half of the time he would abruptly stop, leaving Lara a sweaty, trembling mess; but just as often, he would allow her to cum, and her shame-filled orgasms always felt incredible.
Lara trotted towards the main hall, her arrival announced by the incessant ringing of her nipple bells and the loud clicking sounds that her high heels made as they impacted against the stone floor. Lara would never have dared to do this when Sarah was around, for fear of her Mistress finding out and punishing her; but Sarah was absent most mornings taking her Dominatrix lessons. Lara had noticed her wife was becoming much more confident and decisive, and Lara could hardly recognise the shy and timid maid she had once been from the imposing, self-assured goddess she had become. Lara practically worshiped Sarah now, craving her love and striving to earn her praise. Still, she had needs, and so she trotted over to where Winston was dusting the mantle above the large fireplace.
“Countess, you’re looking particularly ravishing today.” Winston said, beginning the game he liked to play with her.
Lara nodded her head.
“Does a certain whore need a cock in her ass?” Winston asked.
Lara nodded again, causing her floppy horse ears to wave up and down. Winston grinned and removed the butt plug tail from Lara’s ass. Then he walked a short distance away and sat down on one of the large sofas opposite the fireplace. Lara strode over on her high heels and then spun around so that her back was to Winston. Then she slowly lowered herself down onto his lap. Thanks to the recently removed butt plug, Lara’s asshole was gaping wide open, practically inviting Winston to thrust inside. Winston spat saliva into his hand and rubbed it onto his cock, before pulling Lara down onto his lap.
Lara moaned loudly as his cock thrust in between her gorgeous butt cheeks. She slid her asshole all the way down his cock until her round buttocks were resting against his crotch. He paused for a moment to spread her ass cheeks apart, admiring the sight of his cock buried inside her asshole. Then he roughly spanked her ass and said, “Giddy-up, Countess!”
Lara leaned forward and used her athletic thigh muscles to raise herself partway off Winston’s cock, before slamming herself back down again, impaling her asshole down on his shaft. Winston grunted happily and reached around Lara waist, where he started gently flicking his fingertips over Lara’s sensitive clitoris. Lara smiled and bit her lower lip, as she continued pounding her asshole up and down on Winston’s cock. Wet slapping sounds and the ringing of Lara’s nipple bells filled the great hall, as she rode Winston’s cock like a wanton whore.
Winston liked to use this particular spot because it was directly in front of the large portrait of Lara’s dead mother and father, which hung above the fireplace. With her chin forced upwards by the thick black collar around her neck, Lara was forced to stare up at them as she obscenely fucked her butler.
“I wish your parents were still alive to see this.” Winston said cruelly. “What would they think, if they could see their perverted daughter dressed up as a latex pony slut and fucking one of her servants in the main hall of their Manor house? I think they’d be ashamed. I think they’d probably disown you.”
Lara moaned, as her pleasure built. She slammed down harder against Winston’s cock, while silently willing his fingers to rub faster and harder against her clitoris.
“That’s right: fuck my cock with your slutty asshole, you disgraceful cum dumpster whore!” Winston shouted.
Winston transferred his hands to Lara’s hips and started thrusting his cock up to meet Lara’s descending ass. Lara grunted in frustration as his hand left her clitoris, denying her any sort of release. Winston ejaculated a moment later, spurting his cum deep inside Lara’s asshole. He pulled her down into his lap, milking his cock dry inside her gaping asshole. Then he unceremoniously pushed her off him. Unable to put out her hands to support herself, Lara fell face first onto the thick rug in front of the sofa. Winston wasted no time in reinserted Lara’s butt plug tail, sealing his cum inside her rectum for the next few hours.
As Lara climbed back to her knees, Winston grabbed hold of her leash and pulled her face towards his crotch. He pressed his spent cock against Lara’s face, rubbing his cum across her beautiful features.
“Do you want to cum, whore?” Winston asked.
Lara nodded her head and grunted into her gag that she did.
“Well… too bad!” Winston said, slapping his cock against her face, before putting it back inside his pants and walking away.
Lara climbed to her feet, feeling completely distraught.
“Winston, come back! I need to come, damn it!” Lara shouted after him, but the words came out as a series of muffled grunts through her ball-gag.
Lara pressed her thighs together and bounced from foot to foot, looking like a young child desperately needing to use the toilet. In her desperation, she trotted over the grand staircase and started rubbing her crotch against one of the bannisters. Lara moaned happily as her clitoris rubbed up and down against the smooth polished wood of the bannister. Just a little more, Lara thought happily, as her eyes lost their focus and drool started trickling down from the corners of her mouth. A moment later, the front door opened and Sarah walked inside.
“Countess! You naughty pony!” Sarah shouted angrily, upon seeing her wife shamefully humping the stair bannister.
Sarah walked swiftly towards her and yanked on the 3 foot long back leash attached to Lara’s collar.
“Noooooo!” Lara screamed into her gag, as she was left desperately humping thin air.
“Oh, you are going to get such a spanking!” Sarah said angrily, as she pulled Lara forcefully away from the bannister and led down the corridor, towards the kitchen.

20 WEEKS LATER…
Samantha Nishimura wasn’t sure what to expect. No one had seen or heard from Lara Croft in months, although her new wife, Sarah, had assured Sam that she was happy and in good health. It was a startling turn of events: the famous, jet setting Countess cancelling all of her public engagements and becoming a recluse who never left her Abingdon Estate. Lara had even missed Sam’s wedding several weeks earlier, although Sarah had attended in person and apologised on her behalf. Sam had initially been really pissed, but soon felt sorry for Lara, after Sarah explained about her worsening agoraphobia.
“But how is everything else between you two?” Sam had asked her.
Sam was happy to hear that the young lesbian couple were still madly in love, and she giggled aloud when Sarah told her about Lara spending most of her days trotting around Croft Manor while dressed up as a sexy latex pony girl. Sam knew it was rude to pry, but she couldn’t resist asking about what other sorts of dirty things the girls got up to. Sam was shocked by Sarah’s response: Lara liked having sex with horses. Sam stared at Sarah, trying to work out if she was joking, but Sarah insisted she was being serious, and invited Sam to come and visit to see for herself.
Sam had initially refused: the idea of anyone having sex with a horse was disgusting, revolting and gross… wasn’t it? But she just couldn’t get the images out of her head. Despite her initial disapproval, Sam had to admit that the idea of her beautiful friend being mounted by a horse was kind of exciting, and she had so many questions: How long had it been going on? How many other people knew? How exactly did it fit? Sam had seen horse penises before, and even the smallest of them were several times larger than a man’s; so how exactly did Lara manage to fit one inside of her? In the end, Sam’s curiosity got the better of her, and she decided to fly to England for a visit.
Sarah had mysteriously insisted that she should visit on a Saturday, so Sam did as she was asked. Sam was dressed casually in a pair of white jeans, a black t-shirt and a brown leather jacket. Her taxi dropped her off outside the grand main entrance to Croft Manor, where she was met by Winston, Lara’s long time butler.
“Miss Samantha, it’s so good to see you again.” Winston said in greeting.
Winston seemed different somehow, but Sam couldn’t quite put her finger on it.
“It’s good to see you too, Winston.” Sam said.
Once she was inside, Winston closed the door behind her and showed her into the main hall, where Lara and Sarah were waiting for her. Winston grinned broadly before leaving the three women alone. Sam was practically gawking at Lara’s appearance. She was dressed exactly as Sarah had promised: as a latex pony girl. Lara’s outfit was mostly white, with black patches on it that reminded Sam of a dairy cow. Her breasts and crotch were completely bare, and small silver bells were hanging down from steel clamps attached to her nipples. On her upper body, she was wearing a tight-fitting latex corset that started just below her bully button and went up to support the underside of her gorgeous breasts. Beneath the front of the corset, Sam could read the words “SARAH’s WHORE” tattooed just above Lara’s bare pussy. Lara’s long sexy legs were encased in a pair of thigh-high latex stockings, complete with very high platform heels. A thick black collar encircled Lara’s neck, forcing her chin upwards, and strappy leather bridle sat over Lara’s face, with black blinders set on either side of her eyes and a pair of long horse ears was sticking up from either side of her head. There was also a large red ball-gag lodged in her open mouth.
Lara’s seemed genuinely surprised to see her, but her eyes lit up when she saw Sam. Lara trotted gracefully towards her and leaned down, placing her head on Sam’s shoulder. As Lara bent forward, Sam saw that her arms were encased in full-length latex gloves and buckled securely behind her back. However, what really caught Sam’s attention was the 2 foot long horse tail sticking out of Lara’s ass. It appeared to be connected to the end of some sort of butt-plug, and Sam couldn’t help but be impressed by how kinky Lara had become. Sam wrapped her arms around Lara’s shoulders and gave her friend a kiss on the cheek.
“Oh, I’ve missed you so much, although I’m still pissed at you for missing my wedding!” Sam said.
Lara mumbled something unintelligible into the red ball-gag. Sam looked over at Sarah questioningly.
“When Countess is pretending to be a horsey, she isn’t allowed to speak; but I suppose this is a special occasion, so we can make an exception.” Sarah said.
Sarah was wearing a shiny black full-body latex cat suit that went all the way up to her neck. She walked up behind Lara and undid her ball-gag.
“Oh Sam, it’s so good to see you!” Lara said happily.
“Look at you! Wow!” Sam said, grinning from ear to ear.
Lara blushed and gave Sam a shy smile.
“Mistress Sarah takes really good care of me.” Lara answered.
“I bet she does.” Sam replied with amusement.
“I’m sorry I missed your wedding.” Lara said suddenly, looking down at her feet. “I’m just going through some stuff at the moment and…”
“You don’t have to explain yourself to me.” Sam said.
Sarah had already told her about Lara’s agoraphobia, and Sam didn’t want to upset Lara by forcing her to talk about it.
“I love your outfit, by the way.” Sam said, changing the subject.
“Thanks, I have over a dozen different pony girl suits now, but this one’s still my favourite.” Lara answered.
“I keep telling Countess that the black and white pattern makes it look more like a cow suit than a pony suit, but she refuses to listen.” Sarah said exasperatedly.
“But I really like it, Mistress!” Lara argued.
“I see you’re still doing the whole Mistress thing, but what’s with you calling Lara Countess all the time?” Sam asked Sarah.
“Countess is Lara’s pet name. We use it whenever she’s dressed up as a pony girl.” Sarah explained.
“So, how often do the two of you do this?” Sam asked, genuinely curious.
“Countess dresses a pony girl for at least 6 hours every day.” Sarah said proudly.
“And what do Winston and the others think about Lara’s… I mean Countess’s new hobby?” Sam asked.
“Well, since they’re allowed to fuck her while she’s dressed as a pony, they don’t seem to mind.” Sarah said, grinning broadly.
“And you’re alright with that?” Sam asked Sarah.
“Countess has needs, and I know she loves me, regardless of what she does with the others.” Sarah explained.
“Lara’s so lucky to have married you.” Sam said, and Lara nodded her head in agreement, while staring lovingly at her wife.
There was an awkward silence as Sam tried to think of the right way to ask her next question.
“So… Sarah told me that you… do it with horses now.” Sam said, facing Lara.
Lara’s face went pale and she opened her mouth to answer, but Sarah pushed the ball-gag back between her lips and buckled it behind her head.
“The reason I didn’t tell Lara that you were coming is that I knew she’d be embarrassed. You’re the only person aside from Winston that we’ve told.” Sarah explained.
“How did you manage to keep it a secret from Zip, Alistair and Bogwyn?” Sam asked.
“The boys have to clear out from the Manor by 10am every Saturday and Sunday morning, and not return until 6pm in the evening. That gives us 8 hours of privacy each day for Lara to indulge her secret equine fantasies.” Sarah said.
“And exactly how…” Sam started to ask.
“How exactly did Lara start fucking horses? It started with your bachelorette party, when Mary used that horse dildo on Lara. She kept fantasising about horses, even having me fuck her with a horse dildo strap on. Eventually, Lara got up the courage to ask me to rebuild the stables and buy her some horses. I know it’s technically illegal, but no one’s getting hurt and the horses certainly aren’t complaining.” Sarah said.
“But how does she… I mean… how does it all fit?” Sam asked, struggling to find the right words.
“Would you like to see?” Sarah asked.
Sam didn’t even try to pretend that she wasn’t excited at the prospect. Sarah grabbed hold of the 3 foot black leash connected to Lara’s collar and led her out of the main hall, with Sam following close behind. Sam felt almost like a midget, with both of the high-heeled latex clad women towering over her. Sam couldn’t help but grin at the ringing sound coming from Lara’s bouncing breasts as she walked. Sam looked down at Lara’s back and saw the Croft Family Coat of Arms tattooed across her lower back like a tramp stamp, but underneath it, instead of CROFT, was written CUM SLUT. Wow, was all Sam could think, as she followed the two women through the house and then outside.
They walked a short distance away towards the stables, where Sarah keyed in an access code to a state-of-the-art security keypad. The door clicked open and the three women stepped inside. The interior of the stables were well-illuminated, although Sam noticed that all of the windows and skylights were heavily glazed, preventing anyone outside from seeing in. Sarah led them down a wide central corridor, with a dozen large horse stalls leading off it on either side. At least half of the stalls were occupied, and several of the horses inside could be heard moving around excitedly as they heard Sarah’s and Lara’s high heels clicking loudly against the smooth concrete floor.
They walked through a set of wide double doors into a large square room at the end of the corridor. The room was completely windowless, although light streamed in through a high latticed ceiling composed entirely of glazed glass. Sarah noticed a strange copper mesh covering the walls and ceiling. The mesh wasn’t thick enough to block the light, but it was definitely noticeable.
“I take Lara’s privacy very seriously,” Sarah explained, seeing Sam’s interest. “The copper mesh turns this room into a giant Faraday Cage, blocking any electrical signal from getting in or out – so no wireless cameras and no listening devices.”
Sam nodded. Winston was waiting for them at the centre of the room, seemingly out of place in his brown formal suit. He was standing next to a strange looking black cylinder, set atop two thick steel poles bolted directly to the floor. The cylinder appeared to be hollow inside, and only the middle third of the cylinder went all the way around; the front and back just had the upper roof portion of the cylinder, making them look like a hollow canoe. The steel poles were set about a foot apart and connected to the cylinder via a pair of large movable hinges. The thicker pole at the front appeared to be a solid piece, while the slightly thinner pole at the rear looked like some sort of hydraulic ram, used to raise and lower the cylinder to the desired angle and height.
“Everything’s ready, Lady Sarah.” Winston announced formally.
Sarah nodded, and Winston moved forward, taking hold of Lara’s leash and leading her towards the strange device. It was so weird watching her proud friend being led around like a pet on a leash by her butler, but Sam had to admit that the sight was turning her on. Lara bent forward and pushed her upper body into the hollow cylinder at the centre of the machine. Winston lowered the back of the cylinder downwards about 20 degrees until it was touching the tops of Lara’s ass. Then he unclipped a thick, 4 inch wide strap from the hollow roof at the rear of the cylinder and ran it under Lara’s stomach. He moved around to the far side of the cylinder and fed the other end of the strap into a large ratchet, which he used to tighten the strap securely.
Winston activated the remote again, and the rear hydraulic ram lifted the cylinder into the horizontal position, leaving Lara’s long latex-clad legs dangling about an inch off the ground. Sarah left the room and returned a moment later, leading out an enormous brown stallion. The stallion clearly knew what was about to happen, and its 18 inch cock was already fully erect.
“We’ve been doing this for over a month now, and horses have begun to recognise Lara by sight.” Sarah explained.
She led the horse towards the back end of the cylinder, where Lara’s bare, sexy buttocks were suspended from the underside via the thick black strap around the stomach. Winston was whispering something to Lara, probably reassuring her. After about a minute, he walked around to the back of the cylinder, holding out a tube of lubricant.
“Are you ready to show your friend Sam what a perverted whore you’ve become?” Winston whispered into Lara’s ear.
Lara blushed, but was powerless to respond with the ball-gag in her mouth.
“I wonder what she’ll think of you, after she sees you cuming and moaning around a big nasty horse cock. She’ll probably be disgusted at how far you’ve fallen. I know I am.” Winston said cruelly.
Winston always knew exactly the right thing to say to get a rise out of her. Lara had insisted that Sam should know nothing about her blackmail at the hands of Natla, and she had made Sarah promise not to tell her. Sam was Lara’s best friend, and her opinion mattered more than Lara’s cared to admit. She didn’t want Sam pitying her, or looking upon her like some helpless victim; but now she worried that her relationship with Sam might be ruined in a different way. What would Sam think of her after today, Lara wondered? Submissive lesbian sex games and pony girl costumes were one thing, but this was bestiality. It was obscene and wrong on so many levels; so why, then, did Lara love it so much? What was wrong with her? Had Natla’s abuse somehow broken her mind, or had she always had these indecent perverted urges inside her all along, hiding just underneath the surface?
“I know. Why don’t I invite Sam to join in the fun? Let’s show her what a filthy slut you really are!” Winston said.
Winston pulled a tube of lubricant from his pocket and then walked out of Lara’s field of vision.
“Miss Samantha, would you like to do the honours?” Winston asked.
“Really?” Sam answered, unable to hide her excitement.
Winston handed her the tube of lubricant.
“Start by removing Lara’s tail. We’ve found that it tends to get in the way.” Winston told her.
Sam took hold of the long horse tail, which bore an uncanny resemblance to Lara’s long ponytail. She gave it a pull, watching as Lara’s tight asshole expanded open around the plug inside her ass. Sam pulled harder, and then laughed aloud as the plug came loose. The butt-plug was huge! Sam had been imagining a small pear shaped butt plug, like the one that Lara had worn at her bachelorette party, but this butt-plug was as wide as a Cola can! Sam looked down at Lara’s gorgeous asshole, which was now gaping open a full inch wide.
“What now?” Sam asked.
“Squirt a good amount of lubricant onto your hand and fist her ass a few times.” Winston instructed.
“Really?” Sam asked sceptically.
The sight of Lara’s gaping asshole was incredibly hot, but Sam was unconvinced that she’d be able to fit her whole hand in there without a lot of loosening up.
“Trust me, she can take it.” Sarah said proudly.
Sam shrugged her shoulders and squirted a generous quantity of lubricant onto her fingers. She held her fingers together like a spear, with her thumb tucked in, and aimed her hand at Lara’s gaping asshole. Sam pushed forward, watching in awe as Lara’s tight asshole expanded around her fingers and knuckles, and then swallowed her entire hand up to the wrist.
“Holy crap!” Sam exclaimed.
“See: I told you! The butt-plug keeps Lara’s asshole nice and loose for the horses, and my nightly fisting does the same for Lara’s delicious pussy.” Sarah explained.
Sam pulled her arm backwards, watching as Lara’s stretched sphincter expanded open around her hand, before allowing it to slide free. Sam pushed forward again, cramming her hand back inside Lara’s gaping asshole. The sight and sensation of having her hand inside Lara’s ass was addictive, and Sam did it more than a dozen times, only stopping when Winston told her to move on to Lara’s pussy.
Lara’s pussy looked far too tight to admit Sam’s hand, but Sam now knew better than to doubt Lara’s incredible physical abilities. Sam squirted another generous quantity of lubricant onto her fingers and then lined them up with Lara’s pussy. Despite appearances, Lara’s pussy put up no more resistance than her asshole. Lara’s pussy lips parted effortlessly around Sam’s fingers, as her tight hole stretched open to accommodate Sam’s hand. Sam pushed forward and watched in amazement as Lara’s formerly tight pussy swallowed her hand like a python swallowing a bird. Sam pulled her arm back, seeing Lara’s pussy lips distend outwards around the thickest part of her knuckles. She slid her hand free of Lara’s sucking pussy, and then pressed forward again, watching as Lara’s elastic pussy lips stretched open once more around her hand.
Sarah had been right about Lara being able to take it, Sam thought. Sam never would have believed that her sexy friend’s tight holes could ever become so loose. No, Sam thought, mentally correcting herself. Loose wasn’t the right word, because it implied that Lara’s holes felt sloppy or lax; on the contrary, Sam could feel Lara’s pussy gripping and hugging her hand like a tight glove. Perhaps elastic was a more accurate description of Lara’s holes. Sam pistoned her fingers in and out of Lara’s pussy a dozen times, until her pussy was left gaping open as wide as her asshole.
Winston leaned down and examined Lara’s holes, inspecting Sam’s handiwork like a tradesman scrutinising the work of his apprentice.
“I think she’s ready, my Lady.” Winston told Sarah.
Sarah walked the first horse forward and made a clicking sound with her mouth, while simultaneously tugging forward on the horse’s lead. The horse seemed to understand the instruction and reared up on its hind legs, before resting its great weight down on the cylinder containing Lara. Sam cringed involuntarily as the horse’s powerful forelegs crashed down against the cylinder, but the device was clearly heavily built and had no difficulty coping with the horse’s enormous weight. Sarah moved around beside the horse and lined up its cock with Lara’s gaping pussy. The horse’s cock was still a few inches too low, so Winston activated the hydraulic ram and lowered the rear end of the cylinder.
As Sarah guided to horse’s cock towards the gaping entrance of Lara’s pussy, Sam had her first chance to examine it up close. The horse’s cock was black in colour and approximately 18 inches long, with a thickness of 2.5 inches near its enormous balls, which tapered down to just over 2 inches before the 2.5 inch wide flared tip. The horse seemed eager to mount its human mate, because as soon as the tip of its cock touched Lara’s pussy, it whinnied and shifted forward on its rear legs. Lara grunted audibly into her ball-gag, as the horse’s cock pressed inwards against her stretched pussy lips. Sam looked on as Lara’s pussy lips distended inwards around the thick tip of the horse cock. The horse thrust forward a second time on its muscular hind legs, and Lara’s pussy lips expanded further apart until the thick tip of the horse’s cock disappeared inside.
The horse managed to cram almost 8 inches of its thick cock inside Lara’s pussy. The horse shifted a little, pulling back a few inches, before ramming its cock forward again. Incredibly, it managed to stuff another inch of thick equine cock inside Lara’s stretched open pussy. The horse moved its hips and thrust forward again. Its movements were slow and deliberate, and each deep thrust drew a loud grunt from the restrained tomb raider beneath it. Much to Sam’s amazement, the horse seemed to fit even more of its length inside Lara’s pussy, and Sam could see the thick outline of the horse’s cock bulging outwards from Lara’s flat stomach at the apex of each thrust.
The horse’s brutal lovemaking didn’t last long, and a couple of minutes later it whinnied and ejaculated, filling Lara’s pussy with its thick cum. When it pulled out of Lara’s gaping pussy, large amounts of sticky equine cum spilled out from her stretched hole and down onto the floor between her feet. Sarah motioned for Winston to lead the horse away and fetch another one.
“We always start with Agamemnon. He’s the smallest and gentlest of our horses.” Sarah explained.
“Agamemnon?” Sam asked.
“We decided to name them after characters from Homer’s Iliad.” Sarah said.
“This is his brother Menelaus.” Sarah said, as Winston returned leading an identical looking brown horse.
Sarah took the reins from him and guided it forward to mount Lara’s cylinder. After Winston made a slight adjustment of the hydraulic ram, its thick 18 inch long cock was perfectly aligned with Lara’s gaping asshole. Sarah guided the tip forward and then let the horse do the rest. It immediately rammed its cock forward into Lara’s ass, and Lara’s sphincter expanded around the thick tip and swallowed it inside on the first thrust. Upon reflection, this was not surprising, as the horse’s thick cock head was about the same width as the pear-shaped butt plug tail that Lara wore each day. The horse walked forward on its hind legs, and Sam watched in amazement as all 18 inches of its thick cock disappeared inside Lara’s gaping asshole. The sight of Lara’s round butt cheeks spread wide apart around the thick black horse cock was one of the hottest sights Sam had ever witnessed.
It was so crazy that Lara could fit something that big inside of her. Lara was grunting into her ball-gag in time with the horse’s powerful thrusts, and Sam could again see the outline of the horses cock bulging outwards from Lara’s stomach like something from the movie Aliens. The bare room was filled with the sounds of Lara’s moans and grunts, and the loud slapping sound of the horse’s heavy balls smacking against her pussy. The horse fucked her relentlessly for almost 3 minutes before shooting thick jets of cum deep inside her bowels. It came for almost a full minute, and when it finally dismounted her, Lara’s cum-filled asshole was gaping open almost 1.5 inches wide. Winston led the horse away and brought out another.
Lara knew without looking which would be the next horse to mount her: the order was always the same. First came the brown twins, Agamemnon and Menelaus, then would come the white stallion Hector and the dappled grey Aeneas, and then finally the two the giants of the stables, the jet black Achilles and the enormous dark brown Ajax. Lara felt the heavy impact of Hector’s muscular body landing on the padded cylinder above her, as he mounted her from behind. A moment later, she felt his 20 inch long cock pressing against her pussy. Hector’s cock was 2.25 inches wide near the tip, broadening to 2.5 inches at the base, with a flared 2.75 inch diameter head.
Lara grunted loudly into her ball-gag, as she felt the massive head force its way through her stretched pussy lips. She felt her sensitive love tunnel expanding around the thick cock, as it pushed deeper inside her. She felt it bottom out against the back of her pussy, burying 9 inches of its thick cock inside of her. The horse pulled back and then thrust forward again, and Lara moaned loudly as a powerful orgasm built inside her. Lara had been having sex with her horses every weekend for the past month, and in that time, she had been amazed by how much her pussy had loosened up. She reckoned that she was able to take their cocks at least 2 inches deeper now than when she first started. Who knew how much she’d be able to take a year from now.
Part of her wondered if this was a long-term side effect of Natla’s experimental elasticity cream; or whether this was simply her body’s natural way of adapting itself to her new life as a horse slut. Lara blushed with shame at that last thought. It was strange, but the more horrible things Winston called her, the more Lara internalised his comments and started to think about herself in those terms. Lara could feel her entire body shaking from the powerful impacts of the horse’s thrusts. The friction of the horse’s cock slamming repeatedly into her pussy felt incredible, and Lara could feel herself approaching orgasm. She was both horrified and excited by the thought that Sam would witness her cum while being fucked by a horse.
Lara’s eyes started to roll back in her head as she came. She moaned loudly into her gag as the orgasm exploded between her legs, overwhelming her senses. The horse fucked her pussy for a further minute before it also came, shooting powerful jets of cum against the back of Lara’s pussy. When it finally withdrew from her, Lara felt it leave her pussy gaping open a little wider than before. Winston led Hector away and brought out the next horse, the dappled grey Aeneas. Aeneas’s cock was the same length as Hector’s, also 20 inches long, but slightly thicker: with a 2.75 inch wide tip, and a 2.25 inch wide shaft that quickly thickened to 2.75 inches wide at the base.
Lara felt the flared tip of the horse cock brush against her anus and push forward. Lara moaned as her gaping asshole put up its first brief resistance, before expanding around the flared tip and swallowing the horse cock inside. The horse pushed forward and rammed its entire 20 inch length inside Lara’s elastic asshole. Lara felt the horse cock pushing impossibly deep inside her rectum, and she could feel her internal organs shifting around inside her to accommodate it. It pulled out about 6 inches and then rammed forward again, impaling her stretched open asshole with its cock. Lara grunted continuously into her ball-gag, as the horse brutally sodomised her ass. Drool was spilling from her mouth and down her chin, and she could feel her body sweating freely under her latex pony girl costume.
Despite his size, Aeneas lacked the stamina of the previous 3 horses, and ejaculated after less than a minute. His warm cum filled Lara’s bowels to capacity, and then leaked out from around the horse’s cock and down the back of her thighs. Lara shivered as she felt some of it leak inside her skin-tight latex stockings and run down her legs. When the horse pulled out, even more of its cum ran down Lara’s legs, and soon she could feel it pooling around her feet like a gooey soup. Winston led the horse away and brought out the next one.
“This is Achilles.” Lara heard Sarah say. “Isn’t he handsome?”
The word handsome didn’t even begin to do justice to the giant, jet black horse: Achilles was magnificent, standing at least 2 hands taller than the previous horses and looking like he was carved from black stone; but most impressive was his cock: it was 20 inches long, with an enormous 3 inch wide flared tip, and a 2.5 inch wide shaft that thickened to over 3 inches near the base. Lara took a deep, calming breath, as Achilles mounted her cylinder. She knew that this was going to hurt.
Lara grunted as she felt his thick cock pressing against her pussy lips. Despite all of the previous penetrations, Lara struggled to accommodate this cock, which was larger than Sarah’s forearm. Lara felt her pussy lips stretching open around the thick horse cock. Bit by bit, her once tight pussy expanded obscenely wide until it swallowed the thick horse cock inside. Lara grunted as Achilles rammed forward. Of all of the horses, he was the least gentle of her lovers, having no regard for her comfort or wellbeing. He slammed his cock forward with all of his immense strength, impaling Lara’s pussy on his thick shaft. Lara screamed into her ball-gag, as his thick cock slammed against her cervix.
She felt something shift inside of her, as her cervix stretched inwards around the thick equine cock. Achilles pulled back and rammed forward again, cramming more of his cock inside Lara’s obscenely stretched pussy. Lara now had 10 inches of gigantic horse cock buried inside her pussy. Achilles slammed into her again and again with steady, powerful thrusts. He was attempting to breed Lara like she was a mare in heat. Lara moaned loudly with each impact, as yet another orgasm approached.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Lara repeated over and over again into the ball-gag, as she orgasmed for the second time.
Sam heard Lara shouting something, but her ball-gag made it completely unintelligible. What was plainly apparent was that she was orgasming again. Sam was amazed that Lara could cum while being fucked so brutally; she was frankly even more amazed that Lara could fit such an enormous cock inside her in the first place. Sam found it difficult to reconcile her memories of Lara, so strong willed, courageous and intelligent, with the slutty moaning woman in front of her. Part of Sam missed the old Lara and their adventures together, but a darker part of her mind revelled in Lara’s newfound depravity, and couldn’t wait to see more.
Lara orgasmed powerfully and her whole body shaking, although it was hard to tell whether that was because of her orgasm or because of the brutal pounding she was receiving from the horse mounting her. The magnificent black stallion continued fucking Lara for another minute before ejaculating its load inside her pussy. Sam watched as Achilles drained his balls inside Lara’s pussy and then pulled out. Another waterfall of cum spilled from Lara’s sloppy pussy and flowed down her legs; Lara’s pussy was left gaping open a full 1.5 inches wide, and Sam could see all the way inside Lara’s stretched open love tunnel to her battered cervix.
Winston led Achilles away and brought out the final horse, a dark brown monster that Sarah called Ajax. This horse was even bigger than Achilles, and Sam didn’t see any way that Lara could possibly accommodate his monstrous cock. The shaft of the horse’s cock was a full 24 inches long and 2.75 inches in diameter, widening to 3.25 inches at his massive cum-filled balls; but the most intimidating part of the cock was the massive tip: a blunt, mushroom shaped cockhead that was at least 3.25 inches wide.
“Are you sure this is safe?” Sam asked, genuinely concerned for her friend’s wellbeing.
“Oh yes. Ajax has bred with Countess many times.” Sarah said.
The gigantic dark brown horse walked forward and mounted the cylinder. Winston actually had to raise the rear of the cylinder up into the horizontal position in order to have the horse’s massive cock properly align with Lara’s holes. Sarah grabbed the monstrous cock in both hands to jockey it into position against Lara’s gaping asshole; then she clicked with her mouth, and the horse shuffled forward.
Lara moaned into her ball-gag, as the massively thick cock head pressed against her asshole. Lara’s sloppy sphincter was pushed inwards by the flared cockhead, but still resisted penetration. Sam expected the horse to ram forward like Achilles had before it, but it waited placidly while Sarah manoeuvred and angled its cock until it finally plopped inside Lara’s ass. Sarah clicked again with her tongue, and the enormous horse shuffled forward, sliding its thick cock deeper inside Lara’s asshole. Sam watched in rapt fascination as Lara’s asshole slowly expanded around the rapidly widening girth of the horse’s cock.
The horse managed to fit all but the final 4 inches of its 24 inch long cock inside Lara’s gaping asshole. Lara had a full 20 inches of thick equine cock buried inside her ass, and her sphincter was stretched open at least 3 inches wide around its enormously thick shaft. Sarah stroked the flank of the massive horse reassuringly, and it started thrusting in and out of Lara’s gaping asshole. The horse was almost gentle with its thrusts, or as gentle as any animal weighing almost a tonne could be. Sarah saw her surprise.
“Ajax is a big sweetie; so placid and gentle. Achilles might be the most beautiful of our horses, but Ajax is Countess’s favourite.”
Ajax was pistoning his cock in and out of Lara’s stretched asshole with long, smooth thrusts. Such was its girth that the flesh of Lara’s sphincter pulled outwards from her body at least an inch each time it pulled back its cock, and then disappeared inside her when it thrust forward again.
“I normally give Countess’s clit a little rub at this point, but perhaps you’d like to do the honours instead?” Sarah asked.
Actually, Sam couldn’t wait. While the enormous horse repeatedly impaled Lara’s asshole, Sam reached down between her legs and started quickly rubbing her clitoris. Lara started moaning loudly through her ball-gag, and Sam grinned.
“What a dirty little pony you are, Countess.” Sam commented, as Lara’s pussy juices started dripping down onto Sam’s fingers.
“How long do her holes take to recover from this?” Sam asked, as she continued rubbing Lara’s clitoris.
“She’s always fine by the next morning.” Sarah answered.
“And how often does Lara… I mean Countess, have sex with horses?” Sam asked.
“Only on Saturdays and Sundays.” Sarah explained.
“Why only on weekends?” Sam asked, as Lara’s hips started unconsciously humping against her fingers.
“Both Countess and the horses need a break, and Zip, Alistair and Bogwyn would become suspicious if we started disappearing into the stables every day.” Sarah explained. “Besides, this way Countess has something to look forward to each week. If we did it every day, she might get bored.”
Lara moaned loudly as she orgasmed for the third time. A moment later, the horse fucking her ass also came. So thick was its cock that it formed a perfect seal with her stretched sphincter, and not a single drop of cum escaped from Lara’s asshole. Sam watched in amazement as Lara’s flat stomach slowly expanded beneath her, until she looked several months pregnant. Sarah nodded to Winston, who brought over a small steel bucket and placed it down between Lara’s dangling legs. Sarah made a clicking sound and pulled on Ajax’s lead. The horse slowly dismounted from behind Lara, causing her stretched asshole to distend outwards around his thick cock, before finally releasing the flared head with a wet plop. Almost immediately, a flood of thick cum spilled out of her asshole and down into the bucket beneath her. Lara’s stomach slowly shrunk back to normal, as the sticky equine cum drained from her bowels.
“So, what did you think?” Sarah asked.
“Wow… Just, wow! When you first told me that my best friend was doing it with horses, I thought you were pulling my leg; but after seeing this, and seeing how much she enjoys it. Well, I guess what I’m trying to say is I’m glad she’s happy.” Sam said.
Winston returned Ajax to his stall and then lowered the back of the cylinder so that Lara’s high-heeled feet could reach the ground again. When he undid the strap around Lara’s stomach, Lara slid out from the cylinder and collapsed to her knees on the ground, unable to walk. Sam rushed to her side and hugged her close, while an exhausted Lara rested her head against Sam’s shoulder. Acting on instinct, Sam cupped Lara’s beautiful face and planted a kiss on her red ball-gag. Then she planted multiple kisses on Lara’s lips and cheeks. Lara smiled happily and nuzzled her head down onto Sam’s shoulder, while Sam gently stroked her hair.
After a short rest, Sarah walked Lara back to the house and helped her to change out of her pony girl costume. Sarah bagged up her costume, which would be taken to a specialist cleaning service, while Lara spent the next 30 minutes thoroughly washing herself in the shower, using a flexible shower nozzle to clean the remaining horse cum from her pussy and asshole. When she was finished, she walked out into the bedroom and found that Winston had laid out a fresh outfit for her to wear. Rolling her eyes, Lara reached down and dressed.
Lara walked downstairs to the main hall, where her wife and best friend were sipping Champaign together. Sarah had changed into a pair of leggings and a t-shirt, to match Sam’s casual attire, and both women stopped speaking when Lara entered the room. Sarah looked at her lovingly, which made Lara’s heart flutter with joy; Sam looked at her a little wide eyed, and Lara knew what she was thinking. Lara was wearing a pair of pink 6 inch high platform heels; a pair of tight denim daisy duke shorts that were so small that they barely covered the bottom curve of her ass, and sat so low that the waistband of Lara’s black G-string stuck out above them like a whale tail; and a tight white T-shirt which was at least 2 sizes too small for her and didn’t even reach her belly button. Lara wasn’t wearing a bra underneath, and the t-shirt was so tight that Lara’s large breasts were mashed up against her chest, and her nipples were clearly visible poking out through the thin material. Lara knew exactly what she looked like: a cheap, trailer trash slut.
“Hey, Sam! Sarah!” Lara said nervously, acknowledging both women.
“Lara, Sam and I have been talking, and I wanted to ask your opinion on something: how would you feel if I invited Sam to come and play with us occasionally?” Sarah asked.
Lara looked from Sarah to Sam.
“You mean you won’t disown me… because of what you just saw?” Lara asked Sam, giving voice to her internal fears.
Sam stood up and hugged her best friend, and Lara immediately returned her embrace.
“It is a little bit unusual, but if it makes you happy, then I’m happy for you.” Sam said, before kissing her on the cheek.
“Sam is going to be in England for the next 2 weeks. I thought I’d invite her to stay here. I’m going to take her to get measured for a latex dominatrix suit tomorrow. It’ll probably take a few days to arrive, even with a rush order, but I’ll buy her an off the rack one to wear until her custom suit is ready.
“That sounds wonderful!” Lara said.
Sam took hold of Lara’s hand and led her to sit on the large sofa in between Sarah and Sam.
“This is going to be so much fun. I already have so many ideas for things we can do. Some of them are so dirty… I’m sure you’re going to love them.” Sam said.
Lara felt herself growing wet with excitement, as her imagination ran wild thinking about what obscene things her friend might have planned for her.
“Well, I think this calls for a toast.” Sarah said.
Sarah rang the bell for Winston, who emerged a minute later carrying a silver tray with 3 elegant champagne glasses on it. Winston handed a glass of champagne to Sarah and then Sam, and then had handed a third glass filled with a thick white liquid to Lara. The three women toasted to the future, and then downed their drinks. Sarah and Sam drank their expensive French champagne, and Lara swallowed her overflowing glass of horse semen, savouring the salty taste on her tongue, as the gooey substance slid down her throat.

21 WEEKS LATER…
Natla was seated at her desk, inside her large office at the company’s corporate headquarters in London, when her personal assistant brought in her mail. Natla sorted through the envelopes until she came to a small yellow Express Parcel. Natla opened it to find an encrypted Natla Technology USB thumb drive inside. Natla reached over her desk and activated the intercom.
“Natalie, make sure I’m not disturbed for the next hour.” Natla said into the intercom.
“Yes, Miss Natla.” Her personal assistant answered through the intercom.
Natla pressed another button on her desk, which electronically locked her office door and lowered the automated blinds on her windows. Natla pushed the thumb drive into her office computer and keyed in the password. Dozens of video files came up, and Natla scrolled through them. Each file contained a video of Lara Croft, shot from the small HD tiepin camera she had gifted to Winston. Natla grinned as she watched her former nemesis prancing around as a latex pony girl, and being willingly fucked by her staff. She skimmed through several videos and then scrolled down to one simply labelled “Stables.”
Natla clicked on the video, and watched as her enemy was willingly mounted and fucked by a succession of large horses. Natla double checked that her office was securely locked, and then pulled her pants and panties down around her ankles. As she slid her left hand down between her thighs, she fast forwarded through the video until she came to a large black horse. Winston told her that the horse’s name was Achilles, and Natla loved how brutally it pounded Lara’s holes. Natla pressed play on the video and masturbated to the scenes of Lara Croft’s ultimate defeat and corruption.

THE END…

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This is the first of four alternative endings for Natla’s Revenge. This particular ending was requested by Mr Dead, who came up with the basic plot ideas. Each of these alternate endings will be a double length chapter, with Lara finding herself owned and dominated by a different enemy. My ideas for each chapter have been posted in the AFF Forum – link below (you might have to scroll up a bit to find the post). As always, comments and suggestions are welcome:
http://www2.adult-fanfiction.org/forum/topic/68554-crossroadsmk2-ideas-for-next-story/
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Tomb Raider: Natla’s Revenge.