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Lara's Voluntary Enslavement	By : CrossroadsMk2 Category: +S through Z > Tomb Raider (all) > Tomb Raider (all) Views: 50012 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction. I do not own the Tomb Raider game series, Lara Croft or any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from writing this story.

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Sixteen and a half weeks have passed since Lady Lara Croft signed over her noble Title to Sarah Green, the billionaire heiress and new Countess of Abingdon, and agreed to become her maid and sex slave for one year. Since then, Sarah has chosen to share Lara with her former staff at Croft Manor, as well as rebooting the Tomb Raider franchise into the first mainstream porn game. A few days ago, they travelled to Tokyo, where Sarah forced Lara to work as a naked sushi model at a dinner for important Japanese businessmen, before pimping her out to her sworn enemy, the Yakuza boss, Shogo Takamoto.
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Lara sighed with relief, as she lay back in the hot bubbling water of the enormous spa, located inside Sarah’s luxury penthouse hotel suite, but her contentment only lasted a couple of minutes. She tried not to dwell upon the ruin that Sarah was making of her carefully cultivated life; but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t stop thinking about it. Thanks to Sarah, Lara had humiliated herself in front of Shogo Takamoto, appearing before him as a whore and then satisfying not only the Yakuza boss, but also his mistress and his 6 bodyguards. To add further insult, Lara had been forced to hand over her expensive pearl necklace, which she had inherited from her dead mother, to Takamoto’s mistress.
Lara felt sick just thinking about her mother’s priceless pearls being worn by a woman of such low morals and breeding. Takamoto’s mistress would have no appreciation the pearl necklace’s value and provenance, and was probably even now wearing it like a piece of cheap costume jewellery in some seedy Japanese nightclub. Lara had complained to Sarah, but she had answered flatly that she would buy Lara a replacement. Lara felt deflated: the pearl necklace held great sentimental value for her, and now it was gone – another part of her life gone because of Sarah.
But the worst part had occurred at the end of the night, after her endless gangbang at the hands of Takamoto and his entourage. Takamoto had taken her expensive dress as a trophy, and then allowed his mistress to dress Lara in a slutty outfit picked from her own wardrobe. Lara had stumbled from Takamoto’s hotel room dressed like a cheap hooker, with drying cum upon her face and trickling down her thighs; and it was in that state that she had bumped into her old friend and ally, Toru Nishimura. God only knew what he thought of her now, she thought.
Actually, that wasn’t true – Lara knew exactly what Toru thought of her. She knew it the moment Sarah had informed her that she would be appearing on one of Toru’s gameshows. Lara knew that the media mogul had created many edgy and risqué television gameshows over the years. Back when she had been a Countess, he had been reticent to speak about his gameshows to her, telling her that they weren’t a topic fit for a proper Lady like herself; but now he was inviting her to appear on one of them. Clearly, he didn’t considered her a proper Lady anymore.
Despite her misgivings, Lara was actually relieved that Sarah wanted her to appear on a television gameshow, instead of prostituting her out to any more of Sarah’s new business partners. Lara knew that the gameshow was likely to be extremely demeaning and embarrassing, but at least they weren’t likely to try and gangbang her in front of a live studio audience. Lara lay back inside the hot spa, which was large enough for 12 adults, closed her eyes and slid her hand down between her legs.
With Sarah busy attending more business meetings, Lara was left alone in the enormous penthouse hotel suite. Without her maid duties and with no books to read, Lara found herself with nothing to do. So, she exercised, she watched television and she secretly masturbated to pass the time. As she closed her eyes, Lara imagined herself being fucked by a handsome muscular man. She wrapped her arms and legs around his back, as he vigorously fucked her and passionately kissed her neck. Lara moaned softly, as she rubbed her clit. In her mind, the handsome man suddenly flipped her over onto her hands and knees. He re-entered her from behind and started pounding her hard, fucking her doggystyle.
Her mind conjured up an image of Sarah seated upon a throne in front of her, looking every part the Noble Countess that Lara had once been. Sarah stuck out a naked foot, and Lara immediately began sucking upon her toes. While the handsome man fucked her from behind, Lara dutifully licked her tongue along the underside of Sarah’s foot, and then began walking soft kisses up her outstretched leg. When she reached Sarah’s crotch, Lara buried her face against her Lady’s pussy, licking and sucking, while back in the real world, her body writhed and her hand became a frenzied blur beneath the water. “This is where you belong.” The dream Sarah told her, and Lara orgasmed.
“Having fun?” Sarah asked.
Lara’s eyes shot wide open, and she blushed with embarrassment at having been caught masturbating. Sarah clearly found the entire situation hilarious and was grinning from ear to ear.
“If you’re finished playing with yourself, we have an appointment to keep.” Sarah said.
“Yes, my Lady.” Lara replied, pulling herself from the spa and wrapping a towel around her wet naked body.
After a quick shower, Lara dressed in a white cotton t-shirt and jeans, and accompanied Sarah downstairs to the lobby. A black limousine was waiting to drive them to the studio where the gameshow would be filmed. Lara was going in completely blind, since Sarah had refused to share any details about the gameshow that she’d be appearing on, including its name. All Sarah had told her, rather ominously, is that she had better win or she’d be punished. Lara believed her, and silently vowed to do her best to win.
When they arrived at the studio about 30 minutes later, Lara was ushered into a dressing room, where she met the other gameshow contestants. Lara tried to greet them, but it appeared that none of them spoke English, and she didn’t speak enough Japanese to even ask them their names. The women were all wearing revealing light blue string bikinis, with gold-coloured edging. Lara moved behind a screen, where she found her own light blue bikini waiting for her. Since the bikinis were adjustable via the thin strings that held the front and backs together, they appeared to be a one-size-fits-all deal, which was a problem for Lara, since as a westerner she was significantly larger that the petite Japanese women.
When Lara moved out from behind the screen, the other contestants laughed at her, while covering their mouths with their hands. On most of the other contestants, the triangular cups of the bikini top were sufficient to entirely cover their small breasts; but on Lara’s D-cup chest, the cups only covered a couple of inches of flesh around her nipples, and left an indecent amount of side-boob and under-boob on display. It was a similar story with the bikini bottoms. While the front triangle sufficiently covered her crotch, the rear panel disappeared between her round buttocks, leaving the outer curves of her ass completely exposed, along with her naked hips.
Lara’s initial embarrassment gave way to anger – especially as one of the larger-breasted Japanese women looked even sluttier than she did. Who were these sluts to laugh at her, she thought? At least she was here against her will! What was their excuse? Still blushing with embarrassment, Lara consoled herself by inventing insulting nicknames for the other five contestants, since she didn’t know any of their real names. Lara didn’t recognise any of them, although all of them were minor celebrities in Japan, and were appearing on Nishimura’s gameshow to try and increase their public profile. She could see that they were all young and pretty, but none of them were as beautiful as she was.
“Jailbait” was a youthful looking girl with perky B-cup breasts and long dark hair, standing around 5’5” tall. She looked far younger than her actual age of 22, and had capitalized on her underage appearance by becoming a cosplay model on OnlyFans, dressing as anime characters and schoolgirls. Her sexy cosplay outfits eventually gave way to full frontal nudity, and finally devolved into pornographic performances with various sex toys. In contrast to her, “Goth” was an actual Japanese pornstar, who had performed in dozens of videos and was now trying to break into mainstream television. The woman was only 5-foot-tall, but had large C-cup breasts and an hourglass figure, and tattoos decorating her upper arms and thighs.
“Bimbo” was the only contestant with hair that was not the dark brown or black colour typical for Japanese women. She had dyed platinum blonde hair and obviously fake breasts that were even larger than Lara’s, and must have been at least E or F cups; however, whereas Lara’s D-cup breasts were perky natural-looking teardrops, this woman’s chest looked like two ridiculously round beachballs. Her face also bore the obvious signs of plastic surgery, with Botox making her skin look plasticky and fillers giving her large lips a permanent trout-pout.
“The Twins” looked like identical twins, although they weren’t actually related by blood. They were both about 5’4” tall, with medium-length black hair and petite figures. They had risen to fame as teenagers playing twin schoolgirls on a television series that followed the lives and adventures of tightknit group of Japanese high school students. Unfortunately for them, their television fame had failed to translate into movie acting careers, and after several flops, they found themselves on OnlyFans, where they put on increasingly incestuous and pornographic performances for their fans.
A couple of producers came into the dressing room and ushered the girls out into a dark backstage area, filled with scaffolding, lights and props. Lara shivered, as she had a flashback to her gangbang at the London Gaming Convention a few weeks earlier. She looked around for Sarah and saw her being escorted up a long metal staircase to an upper office area, which overlooked the entire studio. As they were led through the studio, Lara was reminded of being inside an enormous airplane hangar. They were led out onto a well-lit stage, where they were greeted by the cheers of the 200 strong studio audience. Despite the show’s blatantly male target demographic, about a quarter of the audience were women, looking forward to laughing at the female contestants’ expense.
The gameshow host was a popular television personality in Japan, who Nishimura had hired at great expense to add an air of legitimacy to his new program. The host was aged in his late 50’s, although he desperately tried to maintain his youthful appearance through heavy stage makeup, black hair dye and extensive plastic surgery. He was average height for a Japanese man, which was about 2 inches shorter than Lara, although they actually looked the same height onstage, thanks to the fact that Lara was barefoot and the host was wearing elevator shoes to make himself look taller.
The host was wearing a Ron Burgundy-style dark red suit, with a white shirt and matching red tie. He clapped along with the audience, as the scantily clad contestants took to the stage. He started speaking and gesturing towards the contestants one at a time, presumably introducing them to the audience, although everything he said was in Japanese, so Lara had no idea what he was saying. Lara felt even more uncomfortable when the host pointed in her direction and said something to the audience, which saw them burst out laughing. She blushed with embarrassment, as she imagined the worst sorts of lewd remarks being made about her appearance.
With the introductions complete, the contestants were led over towards the first game area. Lara rolled her eyes when she saw that it was a mechanical bull, except that instead of a bull, the machine was shaped like a large purple phallus. The host pointed towards the first contestant, and Pornstar stepped forward. There didn’t appear to be any handles or rope to hold onto, unlike a proper mechanical bull, so Pornstar wrapped her arms around the shaft of the phallus, just below the mushroom-shaped head, and wrapped her legs around the base, just above the basketball sized balls that hid the powerful hydraulics that made the machine work.
An illuminated red timer appeared on a display behind the mechanical phallus, positioned so that the audience and cameras could see it. Then the phallus started moving and the timer began. The phallus’s movements were slow at first. For the first 15 seconds, it only moved up and down; the next 15 seconds saw side-to-side movements added to this. Pornstar was holding on admirably, although her grip started slipping after the 30 second-mark, when the speed of the phallus increased. That’s obviously not her first time gripping a big cock, Lara thought cattily. Unknown to her, the host made pretty much the same comment to the audience, who laughed in response.
At the 45 second-mark, the phallus sped-up again. Pornstar managed to hold on for another 4 seconds, before the violent movements of the phallus finally threw her off. She landed on the padded mats surrounding the machine, while the audience cheered loudly. Pornstar had held on for 49 seconds. Next up was the first of the twins. She didn’t have much upper body strength and was thrown off after only 22 seconds. Jailbait was next, and surprised everyone by lasting for 51 seconds. Then it was the turn of the second Twin, who only managed to stay on for a few seconds longer than her make-believe sister, and was thrown off after 28 seconds.
Bimbo was second last, and almost as soon as the phallus started moving, her unnaturally large breasts were bouncing up and down, giving the appearance that she was giving the oversized penis a titjob. Lara blushed with shame, as she realised that the mechanical phallus would likely have a similar effect on her own larger-than-average breasts. At the 15 second-mark, the side-to-side movement began, which had Bimbo’s ass shaking from side to side, as if she was twerking. The audience was really getting into the show and cheering loudly. The phallus sped-up at the 30 second mark, violently buffeting the large-breasted Bimbo so much that her enormous breasts popped out of her bikini top. The host put his hands to his face in shock, although the smile on his face and the cheers of the audience confirmed that this wasn’t unwelcome or unexpected.
Bimbo started to slide off sideways. She tried holding on, but finally lost her grip at the 39 second mark and fell onto the padded mats. Bimbo was blushing, as she tied her bikini top back in place. Then came Lara’s turn. Her innate competitive streak and intelligent mind meant that she had been unconsciously analysing the performances of the other contestants, to increase her own chances of success. The mechanical phallus was basically a round 7-foot-long cylinder, about 18-inches-wide, with an exaggerated 24-inch-wide mushroom-shaped head at the tip. The purple surface of the phallus felt squishy and rubbery beneath Lara’s hands, and she was able to squeeze her arms and legs into it to get the better grip.
Once Lara was onboard, the ride began. The up and down motion of the mechanical phallus didn’t bother her at all. Unlike the other contestants, who had gripped the phallus near the tip, Lara was bearhugging the phallus closer to the base, where the forces exerted on her would be much less. After 15 seconds, the side-to-side movement began. Lara focused on pressing her body into the phallus, conserving the strength of her arms and legs for when the speed increased. At the 45 second mark, the speed of the machine increased, as did the cheering of the crowd.
As happened with Bimbo, the violent and erratic movements of the mechanical phallus caused Lara’s large breasts to bounce free from her skimpy string bikini top. Lara was concentrating so intently that she didn’t even notice the roar of the crowd, as her perfect breasts jumped into view, only to be mashed against the smooth purple surface of the phallus. The cheering intensified again, as Lara made it past the 60 second mark. The phallus’s violent movements became even more jerky and erratic. It was only Lara’s lifetime spent horseback riding and rock climbing that gave her the strength and coordination not to be thrown off instantly.
The jerky bucking and violent spinning motion of the purple phallus shook free Lara’s bikini top, leaving it dangling loosely around her slender waist; meanwhile, one of the knots holding the two halves of her bikini bottoms together started to loosen. At the 67 second mark, the knot came undone and Lara’s bikini bottoms popped open and slid down her left thigh. The host held up his hands in an exaggerated expression of shock, while the crowd roared in delight, as Lara’s naked ass bounced into view. If this were a television gameshow, Lara’s nudity would have at least been blurred; but as this show was being broadcast directly onto the internet, no censorship was required. Within days, high-definition videos and stills of Lara’s naked body would be plastered all over the internet, for all of her fans to see.
At the 70 second mark, Lara’s arms and legs began to tremble, as she reached the limits of her strength and endurance. A couple of seconds later, she was thrown clear from the mechanical phallus and landed in a heap several feet away. The force of the impact knocked her bikini bottom off her leg entirely, leaving her completely naked, except for the bikini top that was hanging down from her hips like a loose belt. Lara stood up unsteadily, feeling disoriented and dizzy. She didn’t immediately realise that anything was wrong, and started walking back towards the stage, giving the audience and the cameras a perfect view of her gorgeous naked body. It was only when she saw the other contestants pointing at her and laughing that she looked down and noticed her nakedness.
Lara’s face turned bright red, and she immediately turned away from the audience in a desperate attempt to cover her nakedness; but doing so just exposed more of her naked body to the cameras positioned behind her. With her left hand covering her crotch and her right forearm covering her breasts, Lara ran barefoot back to the padded mats to retrieve her bikini bottoms. Her attempt at modesty did nothing to conceal her delightfully firm and round ass, the sight of which received approving nods and whistles from the audience. When she reached her bikini bottoms, Lara’s embarrassment intensified, as she realised that there was no way to tie her bikini back into place without fully exposing her body to both the audience and the cameras.
Lara attempted to crouch down behind the mechanical phallus, to shield herself from the audience, but two of the cameras circled around and got closeups of Lara’s naked body for the broadcast. With her cheeks burning with humiliation, Lara reluctantly pulled her arms away from her breasts and crotch, and reached down to retrieve her bikini bottoms. While she did-up her bikini bottoms, one camera zoomed in on her smoothly shaved pussy and tight brown asshole, while another camera zoomed in on her large perky breasts. Lara tied the bikini bottoms back into place, doubling the knots at each hip so they wouldn’t come loose again. Then she undid the knot on the bikini top, tying it more tightly as well, before sliding the top back up to cover her breasts.
A shamefaced Lara walked gingerly back towards the stage, where she was declared the winner of the first round, with a score of 72 seconds. This was actually a new record for the game, not that Lara would have cared, had she understood what the host was saying. She definitely wouldn’t have enjoyed the host referring to her as “the new reigning penis riding champion”, although Sarah thought it was hilarious when Nishimura translated the words for her. Nishimura and Sarah were watching the show from the high office that overlooked the entire hangar-like studio.
As the audience laughed at the hosts phrasing, which he pretended was a mistake and gave an insincere apology for, the host announced the other results, before coming to the last-placed contestant – one of the Twins – who was eliminated with a score of only 22 seconds. As the pissed-off looking Twin made her way offstage, the rest of the contestants were escorted to the next game area, which turned out to be another wide stage with 5 strange-looking ropes laid out in parallel lines across it. The ropes were about 50-yards long and sheathed in some sort of smooth white plastic. They were held aloft by thin metal poles, which stuck out of holes in the stage, spaced out every 5 yards.
As they entered the game area, each of the contestants’ hands were tied behind their backs with Velcro cuffs. Lara initially resisted, but when she saw that all of the other contestants were doing it, she reluctantly acquiesced. With her hands securely tied, Lara was led over to the starting position. Each of the women were standing on the padded floor, with their legs straddling one of the ropes. A moment later, hidden hydraulics pulled each of the ropes taught, while the poles supporting them rose up from the ground. The now taut ropes pushed up between the contestant’s legs, giving each of them a wedgy and forcing them up onto their tippytoes.
The host explained the rules in Japanese, but Lara had no idea what he was saying. A moment later, a loud buzzer sounded, and all of the other contestants began frantically walking forward on their tiptoes down the ropes. By the time Lara realised that the game was a race, rather than another individual time trial, she was already 5-yards behind the other contestants. While it felt awkward walking on her tiptoes, what really threw off her balance was having her hands tied behind her back. It made her arch her back and thrust out her hips as she walked, and it made her even more aware of the rope sliding obscenely against her crotch.
By the time Lara reached the 10-yard post, most of the other contestants were past the 15-yard post and the frontrunner, Jailbait, had already reached the 20-yard post. The first 10 yards of rope was completely smooth, but even so, it made a pleasant feeling sliding against Lara’s pussy. After the 10-yard post, the rope had knots in it spaced out every 6 inches. Lara’s face reddened, as she slid over each knot, but she kept up her pace. At the 20-yard post, the rope changed again, now being covered in small thumbnail-sized bumps, which flicked against Lara’s pussy as she slid over them. Lara bit her lower lip from the pleasant feeling between her legs.
Several of the other contestants had slowed down considerably from the intense stimulation between their legs, and Lara was only 3 yards behind Bimbo, who was in fourth place. Unlike the previous game, Lara couldn’t help but be aware of the cheering audience, who were lined up in the stands right next to her. She blushed as she felt their eyes upon her, staring down at her with amusement and lust. It made her feel like a cross between a gladiator and a stripper. Lara overtook Bimbo just past 30-yard post, where the rope changed again. Now the bumps grew large, becoming hard rubber fingers that brushed against Lara’s clit like the stiff bristles of a broom.
Bimbo came to a juddering halt and almost doubled over as she orgasmed. Lara powered through, trying to ignore the incessant tingling against her pussy, as the stiff rubber fingers slapped and rubbed her labia and clitoris. As she passed the other contestant, Lara could hear the crowd cheering ecstatically. She glanced over and saw one of the cameras focusing in on Bimbo’s orgasming face. Lara’s own face reddened at the thought that any orgasm she experienced would be made into a similarly public spectacle.
Lara was gaining ground, and she could see the other contestants up ahead beginning to slow down. She increased her tippytoed pace, using every instinct she had learned from a lifetime of wearing designer high heels. In trying to increase her pace, Lara unconsciously assumed a prancing, almost ostrich-like walking style. Her exaggerated tiptoed gait made her hips sway erotically from side to side, and caused her firm buttocks to bounce sensually up and down with each step she took. Lara saw a camera pointing directly at her and turned her face away, hoping that the cameraman might become distracted by one of the other contestants. She would have been appalled, had she known that Nishimura had ordered the producers to keep at least one camera always focused on Lara, since she was the big name draw of the show.
While that camera focused on Lara’s ass, a second camera zoomed-in on her hypnotically bouncing breasts and beautiful blushing face. Lara passed the remaining Twin, who slowed almost to a halt as she orgasmed. One of the cameras pointed at Lara turned to capture the spectacle, although the second camera stayed firmly pointed at her. There was a gasp from the audience when Jailbait crossed the 40-yard mark and then tumbled sideways off the rope. Luckily, the floor was padded, so she wasn’t injured. Two stage hands rushed forward and lifted her back onto the rope, but Jailbait seemed stuck in place, barely able to move her shaking legs. She only managed to take one more step, before she doubled over forward and orgasmed uncontrollably.
When Lara reached the 40-yard mark, she saw why. At the 40-yard post, the rope abruptly ended and was replaced by a narrow steel belt that reminded Lara of a chainsaw; but instead of metal teeth, the upper blade of the chainsaw consisted of soft rubber bristles, spinning at a rate that saw her pussy being paddled more than 50 times a second. Lara too came to a juddering halt, as her crotch exploded in a wave of orgasmic pleasure. No less than three cameras zoomed-in on Lara’s erotic ahegao face, capturing the spectacle of her orgasm from every angle. Lara’s tongue lolled out of her open mouth, while her cheeks flushed bright red and her eyes rolled back in her head. Within a week, modders of her video game would be adding this face to her Tomb Raider character, much to the delight of her fans.
Lara took a struggling step forward along the rubber chainsaw, biting her lower lip and scrunching closed her eyes against the unbearable pleasure she was feeling. Love juice was streaming down her shaking legs, and her sexy body was dripping with sweat. The orgasms came relentlessly, one after another, making it difficult to move or even think. It was only Lara’s incredible will to win that enabled her to keep placing one foot in front of the other. At some point, Pornstar lost her balance and toppled off the long rubber chainsaw, and Lara took the lead. The audience were cheering loudly for her now, and every camera was focused on her.
Lara’s footsteps shortened and her pace slowed. She started squealing like a pig in heat, as the relentless orgasms overwhelmed her senses, but she kept moving forward. Finally, when she reached the end of the rubber chainsaw, she collapsed forward onto the padded floor, pressing her thighs tightly together as she rode the aftershocks of multiple forced orgasms. The audience jumped to their feat and roared in applause. This was the first time that any contestant had made it to the end of the course. While the host clapped and spoke to the audience, the timer in the background stopped and the rubber chainsaw stopped whirring. Then the metal poles retracted back down towards the floor, releasing the other contestants from their respective ropes.
When she finally recovered enough to stand, Lara saw that she had come first and Bimbo had been eliminated. Lara felt both elated and embarrassed to have won such a lewd game. As she was helped to her feet by a stagehand, she hid her face from the audience and cameras, unwilling to meet their eyes after having orgasmed multiple times in front of them. The four remaining women had their hands untied from behind their backs, and were then escorted backstage. After a short 15-minute break to rehydrate and use the bathroom, they were led out to the next game area.
The next stage had four strange looking black objects set about 2 yards apart. Each of the objects was about 18 inches tall and shaped like a traffic cone, with a narrow, rounded tip that got progressively wider towards the base. In front of these cones was a waist-high vertical white screen, which shielded the contestants’ lower bodies from the audience and cameras, but left their faces visible above it. The host walked onto the stage, holding an identical black traffic cone in his hands, which he used to explain the rules of this new game to the audience. Lara couldn’t understand what he was saying, but the shocked expressions on the faces of the other contestants’ faces told her that she probably wouldn’t like it.
In contrast, the audience seemed thrilled by this new game, and looked eager to see it get underway. A producer barked instructions in Japanese, and the other women reluctantly started removing their bikini bottoms. When Lara still didn’t move, the producer walked over and whispered to her in broken English.
“Game to see how much cone you can take. You take off panty now.” The producer said.
Lara’s face paled.
“I can’t do that in front of all these people!” Lara objected.
“Screen for privacy. Only show face.” The producer answered, as he shoved her towards her allotted cone.
Lara saw that the other women were already naked from the waist down, and were all waiting for her. Lara blushed with shame, as she slid her bikini bottoms down her legs and waited for the signal to begin. The host said something in Japanese, which caused the audience to laugh. Then a loud buzzer sounded and the bright red countdown clock began counting down from 120 seconds. Despite the buzzer signalling that the game had started, Lara hesitated and looked across at the other contestants to see if they would actually go through with this. Part of her hoped this was just a practical joke, but that hope was crushed when she saw Twin squat down and take the tip of her black cone inside her pussy.
Pornstar was next to take the tip of her cone inside her, and started slowly gyrating her hips, loosening her pussy as she lowered herself deeper onto it. Lara aligned her wet pussy with the rounded tip of the cone and lowered herself onto it. A camera zoomed in on her blushing face, which was visible above the white screen, as she impaled herself in front of a live audience. Lara would have been even more embarrassed, had she realised that the white screen protecting her modesty was translucent and functioned like a frosted glass shower screen. Under the powerful backlighting, the dark outlines of the contestant’s bodies were clearly visible projected onto the screen, as were the outlines of the black cones.
The audience burst into excited applause, as the women sexually debased themselves for their amusement. Lara’s black cone was about 0.5 inches wide at the rounded tip, and its surface was smooth and slippery, as if it had been pre-lubricated. The cone had depth measurements at the side, and gradually widened by 1 inch for every 3 inches she went down. Lara had managed to take just over 6 inches, and her pussy was stretched open about 2.5 inches wide. She looked across at the other contestants and saw that Pornstar had taken a similar amount of cone to her, while Twin had only managed to take about 4 inches inside her tight pussy. Then Lara turned to the other side, and was shocked to see that Jailbait had over 9 inches of cone buried inside her petite body.
At first, Lara couldn’t understand how such a tiny Japanese girl had managed to fit so much more cone inside her pussy than the rest of them, but then she saw why: Jailbait hadn’t used her pussy at all; her cone was impaling her asshole instead. Unknown to Lara, one of Jailbait’s most popular tricks on her OnlyFans streams was sodomizing herself with ridiculously large dildos. Jailbait was putting her anal skills to good use now, and Lara realised that if she was to have any chance of winning, she would have to do the same. With 60 seconds left on the clock, Lara lifted her pussy off her cone, which was now dripping with her pussy juices, and shifted forward so that her asshole was hovering directly over it.
The host, who was giving a running commentary in Japanese, announced what she was doing, and the audience started cheering louder and clapping in time, as Lara had become something of a crowd favourite. It felt surreal to Lara, to be performing such lewd acts in front of hundreds of strangers. Even worse was the fact that she could see them and they her, since the white screen left her upper body and face exposed. As she impaled her asshole down onto the cone, Lara couldn’t help but look out at the smiling faces of the audience, most of whom were staring directly at her. Even as she blushed with shame, she felt a thrill of excitement at being the centre of attention.
Lara grunted, as the 6 inches of already lubricated cone slid inside her ass. Lara’s asshole was already stretched open 2.5 inches wide, but thanks to the daily fistings from Sarah, she was just getting started. Lara lowered herself another 3 inches, feeling her asshole expand to 3.5 inches wide. Lara was now neck-and-neck with Jailbait, who was still stuck at the 9-inch mark. Lara’s cheeks reddened with effort, and she started pounding her asshole up and down on top of the cone, desperately trying to impale herself deeper onto it. Inch by inch, Lara felt the cone snake deeper inside her rectum, while her gaping sphincter stretched open wider and wider.
The audience grew silent now, as they stared up in awe at Lara’s shadowy silhouette dropping down lower and lower onto the black cone. If anything, the white screen actually enhanced Lara’s incredibly sexy body. Her dark outline appeared like an exaggerated symbol of the ideal female form. Her long legs seemed even longer, bent double and spread invitingly wide. The lower curves of her firm ass seemed impossibly round, like an inverted love heart, and the audience could actually see her ass cheeks spreading apart around the thick cone. While above them, her tiny waist contrasted with the sensual swelling of her hips and breasts to highlight her perfect hourglass figure.
But above it all, the audience stared in rapt fascination at Lara’s beautiful face. There was something mesmerising about watching the facial expressions of a beautiful women as she orgasmed, or in this case, as she shoved a large object up her butt. When the buzzer finally sounded, signalling the end of the game, Lara had made it all the way to the 12-inch mark, and her asshole was gaping open 4.5 inches wide. Much to Lara’s horror, the host held up the black cone in his hands and indicated to the audience how far down Lara had gone. There were many astonished gasps and murmured comments from the audience; even more so when the host placed his fingers around the circumference of the cone at the 12-inch mark, and then held up his hands, to show the audience exactly how wide Lara’s asshole had stretched open.
A camera captured the enraptured expressions of the audience, while another zoomed in on Lara’s embarrassed face to immortalise her humiliation. Lara had won another event, Jailbait had come second, Pornstar had come third, and the last Twin had come last and was eliminated. Lara put her bikini bottoms back on and concentrated on squeezing shut her stretched anal muscles. Lara had never expected the gameshow to go this far, and now her mind was going into damage control mode. It would be inevitable that her friends would eventually learn of her lewd gameshow appearance, and she was already thinking about how she could downplay it.
Maybe she could tell them that the whole thing was staged, and that none of the sexual acts were real. She hoped that they’d buy her cover story: a little bit of public nudity was one thing, but putting on what amounted to a live sex show could seriously tarnish her reputation. Lara couldn’t dwell on it, as she and the two remaining contestants were led over to the next game. This turned out to be the largest gaming area yet, and consisted of an indoor Go-Kart track with several twisting turns and a long wide straight. Each of the women was led over to a Go-Kart, but instead of a traditional seat, each cart had been fitted with a saddle-like sybian.
Lara was just grateful that she didn’t have to remove her bikini bottoms again, and sat down on her Go-kart, while her two competitors did the same. Stagehands then moved around to each of them and strapped them in, or rather, strapped them down – hard! Unlike a traditional Go-kart, rather than sitting in the vehicle, the women were sitting on top of it, straddling the sybian seats like the saddles of a horse. The Go-karts also didn’t have a backrest, so the belts that held them in place ran up from the floor of the Go-karts. One strap was looped around Lara’s waist and then buckled shut. It was connected to two vertical straps on either side of her hips, which ran down to the outer sides of the Go-Kart like the ropes of a tent. The stagehand sinched the vertical straps down tightly, locking Lara firmly in place. Even if she had wanted to shift her crotch off of the sybian seat, she couldn’t have.
In front of her were an accelerator, brake pedal and steering wheel, and at a signal from the producers, the stagehands started the Go-karts’ engines. Lara felt a pleasant vibration through her seat. At first, she thought it was just the vibrations of the engine behind her, but then she realised that the seat itself was vibrating. The stagehands pulled the Go-karts out onto the main straight of the track, to their starting positions. The host explained the format of the race in Japanese.
“How many laps? How many laps?” Lara asked, looking around at the stagehands and producers.
The same producer that had spoken to her earlier held up two fingers and said, “Two lap.”
Lara nodded her thanks to him. Suddenly the audience started chanting what turned out to be the countdown to start the race. Lara couldn’t understand what they were saying, and so was caught off-guard when a producer waved his flag and the other two contestants accelerated off the line ahead of her. Lara immediately mashed her throttle to the floor, and then almost crashed into a barrier as her sybian seat sent powerful vibrations shooting up into her crotch. Lara immediately released the throttle and the violent vibrations reduced to their previous low hum. Lara experimentally pressed the throttle a little bit, and the vibrations of her seat increased slightly, while her Go-kart rolled forward.
Lara immediately understood that the throttle was directly connected to the Sybian seat, meaning that the faster she went, the more her seat would vibrate. Lara rolled her eyes at the immaturity of whoever had invented this game, and then remembered that she still had a race to win. Lara looked up and saw that the other contestants had already reached the first turn. Lara had a lot of ground to make up and gingerly pressed the accelerator, pushing only a little bit a first, and then slowly increasing her speed. She reached a halfway point on the accelerator, where the vibrations were fast but tolerable, and set off in pursuit of the other contestants.
It turned out that Lara’s pleasure tolerance was higher than the other women’s, who were only pressing about a third of the way down on their accelerators. Lara slowly started to make up the ground she had lost. The track turned out to be a series of winding S-bends that then looped back around to the main straight. Lara could see the other two contestants ahead in the distance, and she was gaining on them a little more with each corner. Even so, she might have panicked, if she hadn’t known that she had another lap to overtake them. Lara could feel an orgasm building between her legs, but so far, she managed to resist it and maintain her concentration.
As Lara drove out of the final bend, she could see the other two contestants only 20 yards ahead of her. By the time they reached the end of the straight, Lara was right behind them. Jailbait and Pornstar looked over their shoulders and could see Lara was poised to overtake them. Then they glanced over at each other and reached an unspoken agreement not to let her past. Both women knew that Lara posed the greatest threat of overshadowing them and winning the gameshow, so they formed a temporary alliance to make sure that didn’t happen.
While the main straight was wide enough for all three Go-karts to drive side by side, the winding bends were only wide enough for two Go-karts. As they drove through the winding bends on the back half of the track, Lara’s competitors drove in formation, two cars abreast, blocking Lara from being able to pass. Lara immediately realised what they were doing and desperately started jinking from side to side behind them, hoping that one of them might run wide or accelerate out of sync with the other, thereby creating a gap wide enough for her to overtake them; but the other competitors maintained their formation, and it looked like Lara would be eliminated.
The chanting of the audience grew louder, as the women rounded the final corner, onto the main straight. Lara realised that this would be her last chance. As soon as she entered the main straight, she pulled out wide and mashed her accelerator to the floor. Lara went cross eyed, as her Go-kart lurched forward, swiftly coming alongside and then overtaking the other two contestants. Lara was only 10 yards from the finish line, but it took a monumental effort for her just to hold the steering wheel straight. Her back arched and her head tilted up to the sky, as a massive orgasm rocked her body.
The scream of wanton pleasure that escaped from Lara’s open mouth was so loud that it was even audible over the noise of the crowd and the Go-karts. Behind her, Jailbait reacted first and pressed down on her own accelerator, and Pornstar followed her a second later. Lara’s beautiful face contorted into an expression of pure orgasmic bliss, and her wordless scream of ecstasy waxed and waned like the exhaust note from a Formular One car. Lara’s Go-kart started to drift offline. She crossed the finish line and then strayed into one of the safety barriers. Her Go-kart slowed and then halted, but the rear wheels kept spinning, smoking up the roadway behind her.
Oblivious to the multiple cameras filming her, Lara pressed her spasming thighs tightly together against the sybian, while keeping her right foot jammed on the accelerator pedal and milking her seismic orgasm for everything it was worth. Behind her, Jailbait crossed the finish line half a yard in front of Pornstar. Both women were bathed in sweat, having experienced their own orgasms from the vibrating seats of their Go-karts. When they came to a halt, stagehands ran out and released them from their restraints. By the time a stagehand reached Lara’s Go-kart, she had finally stepped off the throttle and slumped forward. Her eyes were closed, her cheeks were flushing bright red and there was drool leaking down her chin from her slack mouth.
The stagehand released Lara’s restraints and helped her out of the Go-kart. Lara first stumbled away in the completely wrong direction, which caused the stagehand to run after her and spin her around. On shaky legs, she made her way unsteadily back to where the host and other contestants were waiting. Her face and body were dripping with sweat and her bikini bottoms were so drenched that they stuck to her crotch, revealing her prominent camel toe. In her post-orgasmic daze, Lara was oblivious to this, but the audience and cameras were not, and every person in the studio was staring at the bewildered and sexually exhausted Tomb Raider.
The host announced that Lara was the winner again, with Jailbait coming in second place. Pornstar finished last and was eliminated from the competition. She looked royally pissed and stormed offstage in a huff. Lara and the other remaining contestant were led backstage for another 15-minute break to rehydrate and use the toilet. Then it was time for the final game to begin. A producer led Lara and Jailbait out to another stage. Lara saw that white privacy screens had been setup at each end of the long stage, with about 25 yards of empty space in-between them. Lara immediately got a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach.
Lara and Jailbait were both led over to the nearest screen, where Lara saw two transparent buckets filled with golf-ball sized metal balls, along with two smaller buckets filled with some sort of clear gel. The host announced the rules of the final game in Japanese, and the audience burst into thunderous applause. Still clueless about what game she was expected to play, Lara watched as a producer invited Jailbait to move behind the screen. Lara watched the other woman slide off her bikini bottoms and select one of the metal balls from the first bucket, which she then dipped into the second smaller gel-filled bucket. Lara’s confusion quickly turned to dismay, as she watched the youthful Japanese girl push the first metal ball inside her pussy.
Lara's face paled, as Jailbait pushed another 4 balls inside her pussy, and then turned her attention to her ass. Unknown to Lara, the young Japanese cosplay model had become famous on OnlyFans for her self-described anal acrobatics, and had earned a great deal of money from being able to take ridiculously large dildos inside her pussy and asshole. As Lara looked on in dismay, knowing that she would have to emulate the other woman’s lewd performance, Jailbait managed to cram no less than 13 metal balls inside her ass. Lara saw the slender girl’s stomach distend outwards, as if she was a couple of months pregnant. Jailbait slid her bikini bottom back on and then did a walk of shame to the other end of the stage.
Lara followed along behind, still not quite believing that this was actually happening. It had to be a strange dream, didn’t it? No gameshow this depraved could actually exist in real life, could it? At the other end of the stage was a long transparent tube, just wider in diameter than the metal balls, and at each end of the tube was a thick steel collar, which was actually a powerful electromagnet. Jailbait bent over and a producer placed one end of the tube against Jailbait’s asshole, while a second producer held the other end over a transparent bucket. When the producer activated the magnet, a procession of metal balls were sucked out of Jailbaits spasming asshole, like balls travelling through a vacuum tube, before being deposited into the bucket.
The audience cheered, having witnessed the whole event through the transparent screens. Then the producer placed the tube against Jailbait’s pussy and activated it, sucking another cluster of metal balls out of her hole and down the tube, into the waiting bucket. When she was empty of metal balls, the second producer placed the bucket to one side, and then gestured for Lara to return to the first privacy screen. Apparently, it was now her turn. Lara took a deep calming breath. Was she actually going to go through with this, she wondered? It was a rhetorical question. She’d already been through far too much to give-up and lose now.
Lara reluctantly slid her bikini bottoms down her feminine hips, and then knelt down beside her two allotted buckets. Lara picked up one of the metal balls. Although the same size as a gold ball, it felt about twice as heavy, although it still must have been hollow, because it would have been much heavier if it was made of solid steel. Lara followed Jailbait’s example and dipped the ball in the lubricant gel of the second bucket, before pressing it against the entrance to her pussy. Lara felt less self-conscious this time around, as the white privacy screen extended well above head height. Again, she was completely unaware that the powerful backlighting made the screen translucent, allowing the audience and the cameras to see everything that her shadowy outline was doing.
If Lara had been able to think clearly, she would have realized that the audience had started cheering at the precise moment that she pushed the first steel golf ball inside her pussy. Still oblivious, Lara pushed a second inside her and then a third. They actually felt kind of nice rolling around inside her - like large Ben Wa balls. That changed when she pushed the fourth ball inside her. Now she started feeling uncomfortably full. Lara managed to cram a fifth ball inside her pussy, equaling Jailbait, but a sixth just would not fit. Then Lara started loading steel balls into her ass.
The audience watched the white screen, as Lara’s shadow removed balls from the transparent bucket next to her, and started shoving them up between her legs, where they disappeared inside her. The running commentary of the host described to them exactly what Lara was doing, and she would have been mortified to hear his obscene description, if she had understood what he was saying. Lara knew that Jailbait had managed to fit the same number of balls inside her pussy, so she needed to make up the difference with her ass. Luckily, Sarah’s daily fistings meant that this was a battle she had been trained to win.
Lara’s elastic asshole had no difficulty expanding open around the balls and swallowing them inside. In many respects, the balls felt like much smaller versions of the butt plug Sarah made her wear every day – it was just that there were more of them. Lara shoved ball after ball inside her asshole, feeling herself getting progressively fuller with each insertion. Lara lost count of how many balls were inside her, and that worried her, since she knew that Jailbait had managed to put away 13 balls inside her asshole. Lara dropped down to all fours and kept inserting more metal balls. Lara’s rectum started feeling uncomfortably full. She looked down and saw her abdomen beginning to bulge outwards, like she had a really bad case of gas.
Lara pushed another metal ball inside her asshole, and her stomach distended out a little further. Meanwhile, the audience watched in awe as the flat stomach of Lara’s shadow slowly inflated before their eyes. Lara managed to squeeze another 4 balls inside her asshole, which left her stomach bulging obscenely downwards beneath her. She pushed one final ball inside her asshole, and then struggled to pull up her bikini bottoms over her swollen stomach. When she stepped out from behind the privacy screen, Lara was greeted by the applause of the audience and half a dozen cameras filming her from every conceivable angle.
Lara’s formerly flat stomach was now bulging obscenely outwards, making her appear 6 months pregnant, and the increased weight of the metal balls had transformed her formerly graceful walk into an undignified waddle. Lara instinctively placed a protective hand over her swollen belly, which only added to the appearance that she was heavily pregnant. She made the short but uncomfortable walk across the stage, to the second privacy screen. Lara slid her bikini bottoms back down and then got down on all fours. Even with the privacy screen in place to protect her modesty, being half naked and down on her hands and knees, with her pregnant belly hanging down beneath her, felt incredibly undignified.
The audience watched as a producer placed the transparent tube against Lara’s pussy. Then they saw the dark outlines of the balls being sucked out through the tube, before landing inside the transparent bucket at the other end. Lara’s stomach shrunk slightly, as her newly vacant pussy relieved some of the pressure from her fully packed rectum. Then the producer pushed the tube in-between Lara’s round buttocks, so that it was resting against her asshole. Lara’s eyes widened in shock, as she felt the powerful magnetic pull of the tube tugging at the balls filling her ass. Her asshole distended outwards and then spasmed open, as ball after ball was vacuumed out of her bowels.
Lara moaned loudly, as more than a dozen metal golf balls were sucked out of her asshole. The audience and cameras watched through the white screen, as the small round balls were vacuumed out of Lara’s ass and travelled down the tube, to be deposited into the transparent bucket. There were many excited gasps from the audience, as they watched Lara’s swollen belly begin to shrink back down to its previously flat state. When the last ball left her ass, Lara shivered, feeling oddly empty, while her asshole was left gaping open over an inch wide.
Lara slid her bikini bottoms back on and walked to the front of the stage, where Jailbait and the host were waiting. Two producers came forward and began removing steel balls from each girl’s bucket, one at a time, while the audience counted along. Jailbait’s bucket was empty by the count of 18, but the producer kept removing balls from Lara’s bucket, finally reaching a total of 22 before it was finally empty as well. Lara realized that she had won, and despite her embarrassment, she had a tremendous feeling of relief and accomplishment. Lara held up her hands in triumph, and the audience cheered for her. Then she happened to glance behind her and saw some stagehands removing the buckets and tube from behind the privacy screen.
At first, Lara could not quite piece together what was wrong with the picture she was seeing. Then her face paled in horror, when she realized that she could see the silhouettes of the two stagehands perfectly outlined on the white privacy screen. That meant that everything she had done had been equally visible to the audience and the cameras. The host announced that Lara the winner of the gameshow, and told the audience that she would be donating her 5 million Yen (roughly $36,000 US dollars) to research cures for sexually transmitted diseases, to help other sluts like herself. Again, Lara didn’t understand what he was saying, and could only smile and wave at the crowd, as her cheeks turned bright red from her shame and embarrassment at her performance.
Up in the office, both Sarah and Nishimura were overjoyed by Lara’s performance. Nishimura knew that the show would be an instant hit, and would bring millions more subscribers to his streaming service. It might even be the start of a new niche segment, involving down-on-their-luck celebrities trying to reboot their failing careers by following in Lara’s footsteps. For her part, Sarah had arranged for the gameshow, which was intended only for Japanese audiences only, to be leaked online a few weeks after it aired in Japan. She knew it would be a massive hit with Lara’s fans, and the online hype it would generate would lead to additional sales of her Tomb Raider video game.
After the show, Sarah took Lara back to their hotel, so she could get ready for her date with Toru Nishimura. Lara was dismayed to hear that Nishimura knew about her contract with Sarah and had signed a non-disclosure agreement, which meant he was free to do whatever he wanted with her. Then Sarah explained that Nishimura had a very specific fetish that he wanted Lara to satisfy. The fetish was called Shizukesa, based on the Japanese word for calmness and serenity. It basically involved men who enjoyed performing public sexual acts on women who didn’t react to what was happening to them. Japanese porn was full of videos of women having sex on crowded trains while not reacting, or TV presenters continuing to read the news while receiving a bukkake. The western “free-use” porn could probably be seen as a distant cousin of this – a make believe world where sex is so commonplace that it isn’t even commented on.
Lara would be meeting Nishimura at a private club, used by rich Japanese businessmen to act out their real life Shizukesa fantasies. Her instructions were simple – spend the night with Nishimura and keep him happy. As her limousine arrived in front of the private club, Lara waited for the valet to open her door. It was a scene that Lara had repeated many times during her life, usually while attending fancy parties or high society balls. On those occasions, Lara had been greeted by a scrum of photographers and paparazzi, all fighting with each other to take the sexiest photo of her expensive outfit. This time, however, her only spectator was the young valet who helped her from her limousine and then escorted her to the front door; although the lustful expression on his face told her that he appreciated the view.
Lara was wearing the outfit the Nishimura had delivered to her hotel suite. Her apprehension about her “date” that evening had been somewhat assuaged by the outfit he had chosen for her. Rather than dressing her up as a cheap hooker, Nishimura had sent her a stylish and expensive orange Versace minidress. The dress was sexy as hell and the sort of thing Lara would probably have bought for herself. It started just above mid-thigh and had a plunging neckline, which exposed her deep cleavage, and a halter neck design that left her shoulders bare, except for the thin rose gold chain that looped around behind her neck. The outfit was completed by a matching pair of rose gold coloured Versace 5-inch pumps and a rose gold coloured G-string. Thanks to the plunging neckline of her dress, Lara couldn’t wear a bra with the outfit, and there was a slight suggestion of her nipples poking out through the draped orange fabric of the dress.
Lara walked inside the club and was stunned by what she saw. It took all of her self-control not to stop and stare. The club was part-bar, part-nightclub and part-restaurant, but what had caught her attention was the casually obscene behaviour of the patrons. She saw two couples seated at the bar, carrying on a conversation as if nothing untoward was happening, while one of the men fingered his partner underneath her dress, and the second fondled his partner’s exposed breasts, while she gave him a handjob. All around the room, Lara saw similar sights. In the restaurant, she could see a woman sitting on her partner’s lap and riding his cock, while they ate a meal. On the dancefloor, she saw women in various stages of undress dancing with their partners, while they were groped and molested. At the host’s desk, she saw a woman was on her knees, tipping a waiter with her mouth, while her partner paid their bill.
What made the scene even more surreal was the fact that all of the men were all wearing expensive suits and all of the women – those who were still wearing clothes – were wearing expensive designer dresses and gowns. Lara recognised Yves Saint Laurent, Gucci, Versace and a host of other expensive designer outfits like her own. Lara would have expected this sort of deviant sexual behaviour at a BDSM swingers party – not at what was clearly a club catering to the wealthy elite of Japan. Lara spotted Nishimura sitting by the bar, nursing a glass of whisky. He smiled as he saw her and walked over to greet her.
“Lara, so good of you to come!” Nishimura said warmly, kissing her on both cheeks.
“Thank you for inviting me.” Lara answered politely, leaning forward and turning her cheeks into his kisses.
Toru Nishimura was 6-feet tall – very tall for a Japanese man – but in her 5-inch Prada high heels, she was still taller than him by two inches. Nishimura seemed not to care, as he was powerfully built and easily twice her weight, with a good deal of muscle hidden beneath his large frame. Nishimura guided her over to the bar with a hand on her lower back, but as they walked, Lara felt his hand stray down lower until it was cupping her ass.
“How did you find the gameshow?” Nishimura asked, obviously testing to see how Lara would respond to his behaviour.
Lara’s eyes widened, as he subtly squeezed her ass with his powerful hand, but she forced herself to smile and answered his question as if nothing untoward was happening.
“It was… a unique experience.” Lara answered diplomatically.
Nishimura laughed with genuine humour at her answer.
“Your Lady Sarah told me you’d win. I must admit, I had my doubts, but then you triumphed! I was especially impressed by your performance with the cone dildo and the metal balls. I had no idea you were so experienced with anal sex.” Nishimura said.
Lara’s cheeks blushed bright red, but the smile never left her face.
“You’re too kind.” Lara answered, trying desperately to hide the deep shame she felt at her depraved performance on the gameshow. They took a seat at the bar and waited for the bartender to approach them.
“Can I get you anything to drink?” Nishimura asked, as he placed his hand on Lara’s exposed lower thigh.
“A cocktail would be nice.” Lara answered, as Nishimura’s hand explored further up her thigh, sliding up under the hem of her orange minidress.
Nishimura ordered drinks for them in Japanese, while his hand continued to travel further up Lara’s thigh. When their drinks arrived, the bartender stole a look at Lara’s long sexy legs, before moving away to serve another customer.
“So, what was your favourite game on the gameshow?” Nishimura asked.
“Ahhhhh!” Lara moaned, as Nishimura’s hand strayed in-between her legs and started rubbing her pussy through the fabric of her G-string, “It’s… so hard to choose just one.” Lara answered, struggling to think of a single game that wasn’t intolerably demeaning and embarrassing.
“Well, you were a massive hit with the audience. I think this will easily be our most popular show ever!” Nishimura answered.
“I’m… very please I could help.” Lara answered, her face turning bright red, as her panties grew moist from Nishimura’s constant rubbing.
Lara drank her cocktail quickly, hoping that the alcohol might distract her from the pleasure building between her thighs. When Nishimura was finished with his whisky, he placed it down on the bar and stood.
“I feel like dancing!” Nishimura announced.
It wasn’t phrased as a question, so Lara stood up and accompanied him to the dancefloor. Lara didn’t recognise the music, but it had a good beat and they started dancing. One of Nishimura’s hands was around her slender waist, while his other hand was groping her breasts through the orange fabric of her expensive dress. When the music changed to a slower song, Nishimura slid his hand up under Lara’s dress and grabbed the waistband of her G-string.
“How is your old butler? What was his name?” Nishimura asked conversationally, as he pulled Lara’s G-string down her legs.
“Winston. He’s doing fine. Still working.” Lara answered distractedly, as she felt her panties drop down around her ankles.
“Still working at his age. I thought he would have retired by now.” Nishimura said, as he unzipped his fly and exposed his penis.
Lara looked around at the other couples dancing, but if they noticed Nishimura exposing himself, they didn’t seem to care.
“And how have you been coping with your new role?” Nishimura asked, as he lifted the front of Lara’s minidress and pressed his cock against her moist pussy.
“It hasn’t been easy… ahhhhh…” Lara moaned, as Nishimura pushed inside her pussy.
Despite her best efforts, Lara almost lost her composure, as Nishimura thrust inside of her. She couldn’t believe she was about to have sex in the middle of a dancefloor, surrounded by other people.
“I should think not. Working as a maid in your own Manor house, and taking orders from the people you used to order around. It would be like me working as a stagehand in one of my own studios. I don’t think I could do it!” Nishimura said.
Nishimura was grinding his hips against Lara, while both of his hands were grabbing onto her buttocks and pulling her towards him. Lara’s arms instinctively draped around Nishimura’s neck to balance herself, making their embrace look far more romantic than it actually was.
“What’s it like? Having sex with your former staff?” Nishimura asked, as he continued fucking her in time with the song they were dancing to.
Lara’s face was blushing bright red with shame, and she placed her head on Nishimura’s broad shoulder, to hide how embarrassed she felt at having him know her dirty little secret.
“It can be difficult.” Lara said, hoping that he would change the subject.
“I’ll bet! Have you given any thought to what you’ll do once your year of service is over?” Nishimura asked.
“I suppose I’ll go back to being a Countess, and maybe get my archaeology degree.” Lara answered.
Nishimura’s breath felt hot on her neck, and his thick cock was coated in her love juice.
“When your obligations to Lady Sarah are over, I hope you’ll consider coming to stay with me.” Nishimura said.
Lara was too stunned by his offer to immediately answer, and Nishimura continued.
“I’d provide you with a very generous allowance, and my Penthouse is fully staffed. You could buy whatever you wanted and you’d never need to lift a finger again.” Nishimura said.
Lara noticed that there was no mention of marriage in his proposal, and she realised that he was inviting her to become his live-in mistress.
“You’re very generous.” Lara answered noncommittally.
Her eyes drifted back over towards the bar, where a partially-clothed woman was being spit-roasted between two suited men, who were talking and drinking as if she wasn’t even there.
“And I wouldn’t share you with anyone else. Your life would be very comfortable. Just think about my offer.” Nishimura said.
“I will.” Lara promised.
Nishimura pulled her in closer and started breathing more heavily. Lara felt his grip tighten and realised that he was about to cum inside of her. Her eyes darted around the dancefloor, checking to see if any of the other couples had noticed. Lara blushed with embarrassment, when she saw that several of them were staring in her direction. One of the women even smiled at her and winked, obviously thinking that Lara was another mistress like herself. Lara heard Nishimura grunt and then felt warm semen splashing against the back of her pussy.
“I must say, your pussy felt amazing. I can’t wait to try out that sexy ass of yours.” Nishimura said conversationally, as if it was a normal compliment to give to a lady.
Lara couldn’t think of any reply, and so simply smiled back at him politely. Nishimura bent down to retrieve Lara’s panties from the floor. Lara thought he was going to hand them back to her, but instead he used them to wipe away the excess cum from his cock and then put his spent cock away. Lara stood frozen in place, with her cheeks burning with shame, as Nishimura called over a waiter and then placed her soiled panties on the waiter’s tray, to be disposed of.
“I’m starving! Let’s eat!” Nishimura said, steering Lara towards the restaurant area with a playful slap on her gorgeous behind.
Nishimura summoned a waiter, who led them over to their table. There were four chairs present, and Nishimura pulled out one and invited Lara to sit on it, before sitting down on the chair next to her. While he ordered in Japanese, Nishimura’s hand returned to Lara’s thigh and slid upwards under her dress.
“I think it’s only fair that my gorgeous date be permitted to orgasm as well.” Nishimura said, as his hand strayed up towards her pussy.
“Ahhhh… that’s not necessary.” Lara said, squeezing her thighs together.
“Nonsense! I insist!” Nishimura answered, prising apart her legs and forcing his hand against her clit.
Lara shifted in her seat and breathed in sharply, as Nishimura started strumming his fingers against her sensitive clitoris like it was a guitar.
“Do you… come here often?” Lara asked, imagining that a wealthy businessman like Nishimura must have brought dozens of women here before her.
“Yes, but never with anyone so beautiful.” Nishimura answered.
Lara loved compliments and would have blushed, were her cheeks not already burning red with shame. Lara made eye contact with a balding middle-aged businessman sitting on his own at the next table. Then she realised that he wasn’t alone, when he saw the top of his date’s head bobbing up and down over his crotch. The businessman called out something in Japanese, and raised his glass in a toast.
“He’s complimenting you on the size and shape of your breasts. He says he’s never seen finer.” Nishimura said.
“Please… ahhhhh… thank him for his kind words.” Lara replied, as she felt her orgasm rapidly approaching.
Nishimura spoke to the man in Japanese, and after a short conversation, he reached up with his free hand and undid the rose gold chain holding up the front of Lara’s dress. The halter neck of Lara’s orange dress slipped down of her chest, revealing her large breasts to the businessman at the neighbouring table. Lara’s cheeks reddened with embarrassment.
“I… ahhhhh… thought you said… ughh… that you wouldn’t share me with anyone.” Lara said breathlessly, on the verge or orgasming.
“I won’t, but you can’t begrudge me showing you off a little bit.” Nishimura replied with a smile.
“Ahhhhhhhhhh!” Lara moaned loudly.
The act of publicly exposing her, combined with Nishimura’s fingers strumming her clitoris, finally pushed her over the edge. Lara’s head titled backwards, as she orgasmed powerfully. Nishimura waited until she was finished, before removing his hand and wiping it with a napkin.
“And now I think you should get me ready for our meal.” Nishimura said.
Lara wasn’t sure what he meant, until Nishimura unzipped his pants and exposed his spent penis. He took hold of Lara’s wrist and placed her hand around his flaccid cock. Lara blushed with understanding and started stroking it back to life. The waiter returned and glanced down at what Lara was doing, before putting down their sushi entrée. They both started eating and talking, with Nishimura asking Lara about her most recent archaeological discoveries, before turning the conversation towards his own billion-dollar media empire. Lara was again struck by how surreal the entire situation felt. She was sitting in a restaurant, having a pleasant conversation with an old friend, with her breasts fully exposed to a roomful of strangers, while giving her friend a public handjob. It felt like she was having a weird sex dream.
The waiter returned to their table 15 minutes later and cleared away their entrée. A short time after that, he returned with their main course. Lara rolled her eyes, when she saw that one of the dishes was oysters. Men are so predictable, she thought.
“And now I think it’s time you were properly seated for our meal.” Nishimura said.
Lara glanced down at Nishimura’s penis and saw that it was fully erect again. With a forced smile, Lara stood up and then sat down on his lap. Nishimura grunted, as his cock pressed upwards against the tiny brown star of Lara’s asshole. Then he gasped in astonishment and delight, as he watched her tiny asshole expand open like an elastic band around his cock, before effortlessly swallowing it inside. Lara looked across at the businessman seated at the next table, who smiled lasciviously at her and raised his glass of alcohol to toast her again. Lara blushed with embarrassment.
Nishimura ordered Lara to cut his food for him, and then had her hand feed it to him, as if he was a Roman emperor. Lara wanted the humiliating meal to be over as quickly as possible, so she started subtly clenching and unclenching her anal muscles. She hoped that if she could get Nishimura to ejaculate, he might dismiss her from his lap and let her cover herself. Despite her efforts, Nishimura showed remarkable self-control. He ate in satisfied silence, staring down admiringly as Lara’s asshole sliding up and down on his cock. His left hand was wrapped around Lara’s breast, while his right hand held his glass of whisky.
Nishimura did most of the eating, with Lara only taking the occasional bite for herself. That was until they reached the oysters, when Nishimura insisted that Lara eat half of the dish to increase her libido. Men, Lara thought, rolling her eyes! Once he’d had his fill, Nishimura placed both hands on Lara’s hips and told her to ride him. Lara started gyrating her ass up and down on Nishimura’s cock, using every trick she knew to make him cum. Less than 2 minutes later, she heard him grunt behind her, and then felt his warm cum spurting inside her ass.
That seemed to satisfy Nishimura, who asked the waiter for the bill. Lara asked if they were leaving, and if she could adjust her dress. Nishimura graciously nodded, and Lara covered her naked breasts and clipped the halter neck of her minidress back in place. A short time later, they were sitting in the backseat of Nishimura’s private limousine, on their way back to his luxury penthouse apartment. Nishimura’s butler opened the front door for them, and Lara could tell from his manner that he thought she was just another whore that his boss had decided to invite home; but at least he was too polite to say anything to her face – unlike her own butler.
Nishimura took her on a tour of his penthouse, which ended with him showing her his luxurious master bedroom. Nishimura started to undress and invited Lara to do the same. Lara saw with relief that his penis had not recovered. Maybe he just wanted to spoon, she thought hopefully. Then she saw him open a drawer next to his king-sized bed and pull out a jar of Viagra. He smiled at her and popped two pills in his mouth, and Lara realised that she was in for a long night.
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