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Lara jinked her motorcycle to the left, cutting down the inside of a red double-decker bus making a ponderous left-hand turn. She ignored the irate honking of the bus driver and gunned the throttle of her Black Ducati Monster. The motorcycle launched forward, its 1200cc engine snarling loudly between her legs. She manoeuvred the powerful motorcycle in and out of the late night traffic, making sure to keep the tail lights of the black Mercedes Benz S600 she was following in her line of sight. She saw it stopped up ahead in the right lane at a set of traffic lights, with its right turn signal on.
Lara eased back on the throttle, not wanting to get too close to her quarry and tip them off that they were being followed. She rolled to a halt about four cars back and waited for the lights to change. While her motorcycle was idling, she glanced in her side mirror and saw the driver and front passenger of the car behind her very obviously gawking at her ass. Lara’s riding leathers were very tight and form fitting. The black leather pants in particular hugged her legs, hips and ass like a second skin. Lara grinned mischievously and arched her back, before slowly twerking her gorgeous heart-shaped ass up and down on the seat, as if she was trying to get comfortable. The slack jawed smiles and flushed faces of the two men told her that they were enjoying the show.
At 19 years of age, Lara was in her physical prime. A good diet and a strenuous exercise regimen, combined with her active lifestyle, had sculpted her body into a flawless avatar of feminine perfection. She was also starting to hit her stride career-wise as well. She was riding a wave of good publicity from the release of her Tomb Raider PC and Console games, which were based ‘very loosely’ on her tomb raiding adventures, and her last few archaeological expeditions had been very successful and profitable. The fact that she had donated a large percentage of what she found to the National Museum had won her a lot of respect in academic circles, and she felt that in time they would come to accept her as a fellow archaeologist.
The right lane finally got a green arrow, and Lara accelerated around the corner at a leisurely pace, being careful to keep at least 3 or 4 cars between her and the Mercedes Benz. After another few miles of straight driving, the Mercedes Benz turned left into an industrial-looking business park. Lara turned-off her headlights to conceal her presence and turned left after them. The car drove past several business warehouses, most of which were closed owing to the late hour, and then drove into a half-full car park. Lara waited just out of sight for the Mercedes Benz to park. She watched two men in striped blue Adidas tracksuits exit the vehicle and walk towards the front entrance.
Once they disappeared inside, Lara drove around to the far end of the car park and parked her Ducati behind a dark green dumpster bin. As she stepped off the motorcycle, she hung her helmet from one of the handlebars and shook-out her long dark ponytail. She peered around the dumpster at the plain-looking warehouse. The only clue as to what sort of business was inside was the sign above the door. The sign said, “DANTE’S INFERNO” in bold red letters on a black background. As she watched, another car pulled into the carpark and Lara ducked back behind the dumpster. The car was a small red Toyota coupe. A young woman got out of the driver’s seat, wearing a dark-coloured hoodie, black leggings and sneakers. She locked her car and then walked in through the front entrance.
It must be a gym, Lara thought, judging by the way everyone was dressed. She didn’t have any workout clothes with her, but maybe she could just bluff her way inside by telling them she was interested in buying a membership and wanted to look around. She walked back to her motorcycle and unlocked the secret compartment hidden within the custom-built carbon fibre rear fairing. It was just large enough to house a loaded Glock 26 9mm pistol and a spare 12-round magazine. She unzipped her form-fitting jacket and tucked the compact pistol and spare mag into two specially made pockets stitched into the inside lining of the jacket, just under her armpits. Each pocket was made from strong but lightweight Cordura and had been specifically shaped to act as a secure soft holster for the pistol and spare magazine. Lara zipped her tight black motorcycle jacket back up and walked towards the entrance to the gym.
Inside the gym was a reception desk and what looked like male and female changerooms off to one side. There was a young and very attractive blonde sitting behind the reception desk.
“Welcome to Dante’s Inferno.” The receptionist said.
Lara couldn’t see what the receptionist was wearing on her lower body, but her upper body was clad in a tight black corset that showed-off a great deal of her large breasts.
“Hi, ah… I was thinking about buying a membership and was wondering if I could have a quick look around.” Lara said confidently.
The blonde looked her up and down and smiled.
“Entry’s free for women. Only the men have to pay.” The blonde said, giving her a wink.
“Oh, great! In that case, do you mind if I look around?” Lara asked.
“I’m afraid we don’t allow sightseers, but if you’d like to use the facilities, you can come in.” The receptionist said.
“This was kind of a spur-of-the-moment thing and I didn’t bring a change of clothes with me.” Lara said.
The receptionist grinned. “We have quite an extensive selection for sale in our gift shop, if you’d like to see them.
“Yes, please.” Lara answered eagerly.
This was going better than Lara could have hoped. Now all she needed to do was buy some gym clothes and then find the two men she had been following. As she waited at the reception counter, another man entered the building. This man was wearing a dark grey suit, was bald and aged in his late 50’s. Lara assumed that this must be the buyer, since he definitely didn’t look like the sort of man who would be frequenting a gym. The man held up some sort of membership lanyard towards the receptionist and then walked straight into the male changerooms.
“I’ll just need to see some ID.” The receptionist said.
“ID?” Lara asked.
“To make sure you’re over 18.” The receptionist explained.
Lara reached into her jacket pocket and produced her driver’s licence. The receptionist examined it, and Lara was relieved that she didn’t record any of her details. She didn’t want to leave behind any evidence that she was ever here.
“Come with me.” The blonde receptionist said.
The woman swiped an access card against a large sliding door and led Lara inside. Lara stopped in her tracks as she stepped through the doorway. On the other side was a scene from a pervert’s idea of paradise. The room was painted black, with a large bar set against one wall, surrounded by stools. There were some private seating booths along the other wall, and what looked like a dancefloor in the middle. But it wasn’t the décor that made Lara stop in her tracks; it was the fact that almost everyone in the room was naked. And not just naked, she thought!
A man seated at the bar was sipping his drink while receiving a blowjob from a woman kneeling at his feet, with a leash tied around her neck. Next to him, another man had a woman bent across his knee and was spanking her bottom, while she performed oral sex on a third man seated beside him. On the dancefloor, two naked women were lying on top of one another in a sixty-nine position, while three men casually masturbated over them. Everywhere she looked, women were being brazenly fucked in public. Lara noticed that most of the women were wearing collars, although in one of the booths, a collared man had his head buried between the thighs of a naked un-collared woman, who was lazily swatting his backside with a long black riding crop.
“Quite a sight, isn’t it?” The blonde said.
“Ummm… yes.” Lara answered, trying to act like she was completely used to see such indecent sights.
They walked past the bar into the gift shop, which reminded Lara of a bondage sex shop. It was filled with whips, crops, paddles, handcuffs and other restraints, along with leather and latex costumes and lingerie of every variety.
“Do you see anything you like?” The receptionist asked.
Lara looked around the shop and her eyes fixated upon a full-length black latex bodysuit, complete with mask. Out of everything in the store, it was the only thing that didn’t leave her practically naked, plus the mask would allow her to conceal her identity. Lara didn’t think that the men she was following would recognise her, but why take the chance, she thought? Lara pointed towards the bodysuit and the receptionist smiled
“I can see that you’re a woman of culture. Unfortunately, these suits have to be made-to-measure and take several weeks to complete.” The receptionist answered.
“Could I try on just the mask?” Lara asked.
Lara wasn’t thrilled by the idea of parading around naked, with only her face covered, but it was better than the alternative. Besides, almost every other person in the room, with the exception of the receptionist and herself, was already walking around naked, except for some collars and cuffs and the odd leather corset, so this might actually allow her to blend-in more effectively.
“Feeling a little bit shy, are we?” The receptionist asked. “I take it that you’re a Submissive then, since dominants don’t usual wear collars or masks.”
Lara blushed. “Ummm, yes… I’m a Submissive.” She answered, not really understanding the question.
The blonde looked her up and down appraisingly. “The mask on that suit is attached, but I should have something similar lying around here that will do the trick.” The receptionist said.
After taking Lara’s head measurements, the receptionist brought out a mask from a nearby display cabinet, along with a thick black leather collar.
“It’ll be 200 pounds for the mask, but the collar is free to loan – although most Doms end up getting one custom-made for their Subs. Do you have a Dom?” The receptionist asked.
“Ummm… I’m between Doms at the moment.” Lara answered lamely.
“Flying solo, eh? Well, don’t say that too loudly, or you’ll have every male Dom in the building trying to claim you, and probably some of the female Doms as well, if you’re into that.” The receptionist said, winking at her.
Lara blushed and nodded, not knowing what else to do. The receptionist led her back through the bar area and out into the foyer.
“I’ll just need your credit card for the mask.” The receptionist said.
After she paid for the mask, the receptionist handed it to her. Then Lara saw her attach a small black key fob to the metal O-ring at the front of the black leather collar.
“What’s that for?” Lara asked.
“The key fob will lock and unlock your locker in the changeroom, and let you swipe through doors. It’s also linked to your credit card, so you can use it in the gift shop or at the bar to buy drinks.” The receptionist explained.
Lara didn’t like the idea of her credit card being linked to a sleazy sex club. The tabloid newspapers and gossip websites would practically salivate at the chance to publish a salacious piece of gossip like that. But she desperately needed to get inside, and this was the only way. Maybe I can get Zip to hack their computers and delete my details from their servers, Lara thought.
“You can change through there.” The receptionist said. “Have fun!”
Lara walked over to the women’s changeroom and pressed her key fob against the door sensor to unlock it. The interior of the changeroom consisted of a long bench that ran down the length of the room, with two rows of floor-to-ceiling lockers stacked three-high on either side. Lara saw that only around a third of the lockers were occupied, with the rest lying open and empty. Lara selected a locker in the corner and started to undress. She placed her folded leather jacket at the bottom of the locker, on top of her boots, with her loaded pistol holstered inside. She didn’t like the idea of walking into the sex club unarmed, but her choice of costume didn’t exactly give her a lot of concealed carry options.
Lara folded her leather pants and black V-neck t-shirt on top of it, and then reluctantly removed and stored her underwear. There was a door halfway down the room that said showers and toilets. Lara took the collar and mask and walked through the door. On the other side were toilet stalls along one wall, mirrors and basins in the middle, and shower stalls along the other wall. Lara walked to the mirror and began fitting the mask.
The receptionist obviously had experience with this sort of thing, because the black latex mask fit her head perfectly. It also had some useful design features that Lara would never have even considered. For starters, it had a hollow tube sticking up vertically from the back of the mask for her ponytail to go through. Lara spent a couple of minutes feeding her long dark ponytail through the hole, before sliding the mask into place over her head. After some more minutes of pulling and adjusting, she finally had the mask on straight and examined her appearance in the mirror.
The mask looked like something a comic book superhero like Batgirl or Catwoman would have worn. The mask covered the upper half of Lara’s face and head in a black latex skin. The mask had two large oval eye holes, which not only showed Lara’s beautiful hazel eyes, but also her perfectly sculpted eyebrows. The mask only covered halfway down her nose, before curving downwards across her cheeks and wrapping around the back of her head. On top of the mask was a chimney-like opening, through which her long ponytail erupted upwards like a volcano, before trailing down her naked back.
Lara frowned thoughtfully. She would have preferred a full-faced mask like the one attached to the latex bodysuit in the gift shop, but she had to admit that it did an adequate job of concealing her identity. It also looped tightly around her head and hugged her face like a glove, making it extremely unlikely that it would slip-off by accident. Sighing in resignation, Lara picked up the black leather collar and buckled it into place around her slender neck. The collar, while feeling very smooth and soft, was also surprisingly stiff and thick. The collar was some 2-inches wide and restricted her from lowering her head. It felt like the stiff high collars worn by British redcoat soldiers during the Napoleonic wars, which forced the soldiers to march with their chins up.
Lara gazed at her reflection in the mirror and felt a dampness growing between her legs. She felt like she was looking at a stranger. There was no way that the masked, collared and naked woman she was staring at could be the 11^th Countess of Abingdon. Even with her beautiful aristocratic face half-covered, she had to admit that she still looked damned good. She’d been exercising hard and eating right, and it had paid off. Her long athletic legs and firm round buttocks would have put many gymnasts to shame. Contributing to her trademark hourglass figure were her flared hips, flat toned stomach and tiny waist; but above them was what the tabloid’s chauvinistically called her best assets – her perfectly proportioned D-cup breasts.
Lara’s gorgeous chest was like the blueprint that God had used to create all other breasts. Each one was a work of art –perfectly proportioned and impossibly perky, despite their impressive size. They had such a great effect on men that Lara often wore deliberately tight and low-cut tops, just to take advantage of them. Men were so easy to manipulate, she thought: just flash the high beams at them and most of them would freeze like a deer in the headlights. Many times, a request that would have ended in a flat-out ‘no’ for anyone else magically transformed into an eager ‘yes’ for her. Lara liked to pretend that she didn’t like using her body for personal gain. She was someone that presented herself to the outside world as an ardent feminist – but deep down she got a thrill out of being objectified and ogled by men.
Taking a deep breath, Lara walked back out into the women’s changeroom and headed to the door at the other end, which led out into the bar. It felt surreal to walk naked into a crowded room, even if everyone else present was also naked. Lara could feel the eyes of the other customers checking her out, and she knew that she was blushing beneath her mask. She didn’t want to make it too obvious that she was looking for someone, so she walked over to the bar and pulled out a seat.
“What’ll you have?” Asked the bartender, who was dressed in black leather pants and a fishnet singlet.
“Coke Zero please.” Lara said.
The bartender gave her a quizzical look.
“I’m driving.” Lara added, and the bartender turned away to get her drink.
He placed her beverage on the bar, along with a key fob reader for her to pay for it. Lara waited for him to press it against her collar, but instead he deliberately held it down on the bar and grinned. Lara blushed as she realised that he was waiting for her to lean across the bar and swipe the fob herself. Lara looked around and saw that everyone in the bar was watching her. Not wanting to make a scene, she bent forward over the bar and touched the fob on her collar to the electronic reader.
The bartender had placed the fob reader near the opposite side of the bar and Lara had to bend right over to reach it. She knew that she was giving everyone behind her a fantastic view of her heart-shaped ass and both of her exposed holes. The bartender got his own show, as she was forced to mash her large breasts against the bar in front of him, in order to get down low enough for her collar to reach the reader.
“Miss!” a female voice said behind her, and Lara looked up blushing to see that it was the receptionist.
“I just realised that I forgot to get your STD clearance.” The blonde receptionist said.
“My what?” Lara asked.
“All members and guests are required to provide a monthly STD clearance from their doctor, to show that they’re free of disease.” The receptionist explained.
“I don’t have one with me… but I promise I don’t have anything…” Lara said.
“I’m sorry, but without a clearance, you’ll have to leave.” The receptionist said.
Damn, Lara thought! I got naked for nothing, and now this whole mission will be a failure.
“What seems to be the problem?” A smooth male voice asked from behind her.
Lara turned around and saw a tall, devilishly handsome man was looking right at her.
“She doesn’t have a clearance.” The receptionist answered.
“I’m sure we can give her a pass just this once, as long as she brings one with her next time.” The man said.
The receptionist smirked and winked at him, and then walked back out of the bar. The man slid onto the seat beside Lara. Lara felt her pulse quicken from being in such close proximity to a naked man, while completely naked herself. Her new companion looked to be aged in his early to mid 30’s, and was the definition of tall, dark and handsome. He was just over 6’2” tall, with short dark hair, piercing eyes and a dazzling smile that made her feel butterflies in her stomach. His athletic body was muscular and lean, and his V-shaped physique drew her eyes downwards…
Lara realised that she was staring at his impressive cock and looked away guiltily. The man smiled with amusement, which made her blush self-consciously. The man exuded confidence and masculinity.
“Can I buy you a drink?” He asked smoothly.
Lara answered him by holding up her glass of Coke Zero. The man called over the bartender and ordered his own drink – a glass of whisky. Lara watched as he held out his left wristband, which had an identical black fob to hers attached to it, and touched it to the fob reader. Lara glanced around the bar and noticed that everyone who wasn’t wearing a collar was wearing a wristband.
“Waiting for someone?” The man asked.
Lara felt almost flattered that he was trying to chat-her-up, but she needed to get rid of him without blowing her cover.
“No, just looking around.” Lara answered.
She was confused. The two men she had followed weren’t anywhere in the bar, and neither was the buyer that had entered while she was standing in reception. In fact, there didn’t seem to be enough people in the bar to account for all of the cars parked outside. Lara became aware of the man staring at her. The way his eyes seemed to penetrate her soul made her heart race.
“Thanks for helping me out back there.” Lara said, trying to make small talk.
“Don’t mention it, although it was very careless of your Dom to send you in here unprepared.” He answered.
“I don’t have a Dom.” Lara answered. “I’m new… I just wanted to look around.”
Lara’s attention was suddenly pulled towards the far side of the room, as a man and woman exited from a door that she hadn’t noticed before. While she watched, another couple approached the door. It was the man and woman she had seen having sex when she first walked in. The man was leading the woman on all fours at the end of a leash, and Lara saw him swipe his wristband against an electronic fob reader to unlock the door.
“What’s through there?” Lara asked.
“That’s where the playrooms are located, but Subs aren’t allowed inside without a Dom.” The man explained.
“Are you a Dom?” Lara asked.
The man nodded, clearly not understanding where she was going with this.
“Then you can take me to the playrooms.” Lara said, desperate to find out what was on the other side of that door.
The man raised an eyebrow. “You’re don’t talk like a Sub.” The man said seriously.
“In what way?” Lara asked, fearing that she might have blown her cover.
“It’s your confidence, your insolent tone, even the challenging way that you’re looking at me right now. It’s quite unusual, in my experience.” The man said.
“I’m just a woman who knows what she wants.” Lara answered defensively.
The man remained silent for a moment and then suddenly asked, “What are you really doing here?”
Lara was taken off-guard by the casual manner in which he asked the question.
“I’m new at this.” Lara answered.
“Evidently, but that’s not what I meant. When you walked in, you were looking around as if you were searching for someone. And now you want to see if they’re in the playrooms. Am I getting close?” The man asked.
Lara’s heart sunk. He had seen through her rouse and now she’d likely be kicked out of the club before ever reaching her goal. She must have looked crestfallen, because the man held up a calming hand and smiled at her – and she noticed again that he had a very handsome smile.
“I didn’t say that I wasn’t willing to help you. I just like to know what I’m getting myself involved in.” The man said.
It was a reasonable request, and one that Lara probably would have made if she was in his place, although it was a great risk: he might turn out to be a friend of the two men she was following. She looked him up and down, trying to judge his character. He had a handsome, open face – confident but not arrogant; strong without being cruel. She decided to trust him. If she didn’t intercept the men now, she might never achieve her goal.
“Did you see the two Russian men who came in here before me?” Lara asked.
“Yes, Boris and Nicolai – they’ve been members here for over a year.” The man answered.
“They’ve got an item with them – a small oval-shaped obelisk made from jade.” Lara explained.
“And you want to steal it?” The man asked, sounding disappointed.
“I’m not a thief!” Lara answered defensively, surprising herself at how much she cared about what this complete stranger thought of her.
“Then I think you’d better explain yourself, Lara.” The man said.
“The artefact is…” Lara’s voice trailed off as she realised that he’d just called her by her first name.
“Yes, I know you’re Lara Croft, the world famous tomb raider. I watched you enter on the security cameras. I’m Dante, by the way.” The man said, holding out his hand.
Lara got up to leave, but the man grabbed her wrist.
“Relax, I’m not going to tell anyone. It’s a club rule, actually – anonymity is guaranteed to all of our customers, and I take that rule very seriously.” Dante said.
Lara could feel herself turning bright red under her latex mask, and she was suddenly extremely conscious of her nakedness.
“So, why don’t you sit down tell me what’s so important that a world famous celebrity like yourself would willingly strip naked and walk into a sex club?” Dante said.
Lara took a deep breath and answered him. She told him about the artefact: that it was one of three Jade Obelisks, each of which was inlaid with golden Mayan runes. When read together, the three artefacts provided the location of a long lost Mayan temple. One artefact was on display in the British Museum in London, and the second had been recovered by her father two decades earlier and was locked securely inside Lara’s vault at Croft Manor. She explained that the third artefact had been recovered by a French archaeologist, who hadn’t realised its significance, and kept it in his private collection, which was later looted by the Nazis during World War 2. That artefact had been thought lost, until it turned up on the black-market, in the hands of the Russian Mafia, who were offering it for sale to the highest bidder.
Lara told him that the bald-headed man was the buyer. She kept to herself her suspicion that he was acting on behalf of her arch-nemesis, Jacqueline Natla. Natla had been buying-up important archaeological artefacts from around the world, and she was one of the few people with the financial resources to pay the exorbitant price that the Russian Mafia was asking. Lara’s voice trailed off, as she realised that she had been babbling. She blushed again, feeling incredibly self-conscious and foolish. It was an unaccustomed feeling for the confident young Countess, who was used to being in control of every social situation. She tried to convince herself that it was the vulnerability of being naked in public that had left her feeling off-balance. She told herself it had nothing to do with the butterflies she felt at the way the handsome stranger was staring at her. No, not a stranger, she corrected herself – Dante.
“I think we might be able to help each other out.” Dante said.
“You mean you’ll take me inside?” Lara said, trying to hide her surprise.
“Why not? I enjoy a good challenge.” He answered. “Especially if I get what I want.”
“Which is?” Lara asked, already suspected what he would ask for.
“You.” He answered, and Lara felt a thrill of excitement run up her spine.
She didn’t understand why she was reacting like this. She wasn’t exactly a virgin. She’d had two short-term sexual relationships so far in her young life, but none of them had ever given her the tingles the way that this man was doing. It was his confident demeanour and the way he carried himself, as if he was used to getting anything he wanted and now he wanted her.
“You want to have sex with me?” Lara stated, trying to sound calm and condescending, despite her obvious excitement at the prospect.
“Oh, most definitely.” Dante said, flashing a handsome smile that made her swoon. “But since you haven’t got your STD clearance yet, we’ll have to restrict our play activities to some toys and light bondage.
“I don’t have any diseases!” Lara exclaimed, incensed at his implication.
Dante held up a placating hand. “I’m sure that you don’t, but rules are rules, and I can hardly be seen to break my own rules, now can I?” Dante said.
Lara frowned. It made sense, although she was ashamed to admit that she felt disappointed that she wouldn’t be having sex with the handsome Dante.
“Fine, I agree.” She said, trying to play it cool.
She didn’t want to act too eager, and give Dante the wrong idea about her. Even as she thought it, she inwardly admonished herself for being foolish. Why should she care if some random guy she would never see again thought she was a slut? But for some reason, she did care.
“So… what’s your plan?” Lara asked.
After explaining his idea in detail, and allowing Lara to make her own suggestions, Dante left Lara alone at the bar and then returned carrying a thin black leash, which he clipped onto the black metal O-ring on the front of her collar.
“You’re sure you understand that plan?” Dante asked.
“Yes, Sir.” Lara answered wryly.
Dante had told her that a Submissives should address any Dominant she encountered as either Sir or Ma’am. This surprised Lara, since she had assumed that they’d be called Master or Mistress, but Dante informed her that these titles were only used when a Dominant formally adopted a Submissive and accepted full responsibility for them. Plus, while the club definitely had a BDSM theme to it, it was frequented by a lot of swingers who weren’t so formal with their etiquette. Lara wondered idly what it would have felt like to call Dante Master. She presumed it would feel pretty good, since calling him Sir was making her pussy wet as hell.
Dante led her through the doorway, and the scenes she witnessed on the other side would not have been out of place in the hells described in Dante’s Inferno, with which the sex club shared its name. There was a long wide corridor, painted entirely black like the bar, with open doorways leading off it on both sides. Each doorway led through to a bright red room, which was occupied by couples and small groups engaged in every sort of sexual deviancy she could imagine. In one room, a young woman was restrained in medieval stocks, while one man in front of her fucked her mouth and a second man fucked her from behind. The room opposite seemed to invert this arrangement, with a masked man down on all fours being pegged from behind by a woman with a large strap-on dildo, while his head was pushed down into the crotch of a woman in front of him.
The further down the corridor they went, the more elaborate became the sex acts being performed. There were orgies, with multiple men and women taking part. There was a gangbang involving one woman and at least a dozen men, who were simultaneously fucking her pussy, her mouth, her ass, her hands, her feet and even her hair. In another room, a man was stretched out on a medieval rack and a woman was dripping hot wax from a candle down upon his body, whilst simultaneously masturbating his cock with her other hand. Another room had a woman fully suspended from the ceiling by her arms and legs, with dangling weights hanging down from clips attached to her nipples and pussy lips. She was being whipped by a second woman, who was completely naked except for a pair of black thigh-high boots and elbow-length gloves.
The woman momentarily paused her abuse to smile and nod at Dante as he walked past. Then she resumed whipping the back and buttocks of the poor whimpering girl. After walking past about eight pairs of doorways, Dante finally located the two Russian men, Boris and Nicolai, who were seated watching another orgy involving five men and three women. Seated beside them was the bald-headed man that Lara had seen enter the club while she was standing in the reception – and between them was the Jade Obelisk. Dante gave Lara’s leash a tug and led her to stand directly before the men. Lara felt terribly vulnerable, being led completely naked and on the end of a leash towards potential enemies. She started to worry that she had made a terrible mistake trusting Dante.
“Sit.” Dante said, as if ordering a well-trained dog.
“Yes, Sir.” Lara answered, feeling her cheeks flush from being addressed so flippantly.
Dante had her kneel down directly in front of the Jade Obelisk, which allowed Lara to start reading the gold Mayan writing adorning the side that was facing her. The thick collar around her neck prevented her from lowering her chin, which made her feel like a dog that was begging its master for a treat.
“Enjoying the show, gentlemen?” Dante asked, gesturing towards the small orgy taking place behind him.
“Always.” Nicholai answered.
“I heard a rumour that you were conducting business on club grounds. I just came by to make sure that the rules were being observed.” Dante said.
Lara risked glancing up at the Russian men, but they didn’t appear at all angered by Dante’s enquiry.
“Nothing illegal, as you can see.” Boris answered, gesturing down towards the Jade Obelisk.
Lara finished memorising the writing on the front of the Obelisk, and covertly tapped Dante’s leg to let him know that she was ready to read the other side.
“No drugs hidden inside?” Dante asked.
“None – Just a plain old piece of antiquity.” Boris said.
“May I?” Dante asked politely.
The bald-headed man looked like he wanted to object, but a warning glance and a subtle shake of the head from Boris saw him hold his tongue.
“Please.” Nicholai said.
Dante picked up the Jade Obelisk and made a show of superficially examining it, before placing it back down – this time facing the other direction. Lara quickly read the golden Mayan writing on the reverse side, while Dante made some small talk with Nicholai and Boris. When she had finished memorising the second side, she covertly tapped Dante’s leg to let him know she was done.
“Well, I won’t keep you gentlemen any longer. Please, enjoy your stay.” Dante said.
Then he tugged on Lara’s leash and said, “Up!”
“Yes, Sir.” Lara answered, climbing to her feet.
As Dante led her from the red room, Lara felt her heart beating with excitement. She’d done it. She had the final clue. Now she could find the lost temple and add another accolade to her long list of achievements. Dante led her to the end of the corridor, to the only doorway that was blocked by a door. He used his wrist fob to unlock the door and the gestured for Lara to follow him inside. The room inside was completely dark, until he turned on the lights. Inside was what appeared to be a large red storeroom, filled with a dizzying array of different bondage devices, some of which Lara recognised from her study of medieval history, and many more that were entirely alien to her.
“Quick, I need a pen and paper!” Lara said urgently.
“Already forgetting to call me Sir?” Dante teased.
“Please!!” Lara repeated.
Dante raised his eyebrows in amused indulgence and gave her a pen and the back page of a shipping invoice.
Lara nodded gratefully and jotted down the cryptic verses that she had read from the Jade Obelisk. Then she folded the piece of paper and tucked it inside her thick collar for safekeeping. With that accomplished, she had her first chance to take a good look around large red room.
“What is this place?” Lara asked.
“I use it to store equipment that isn’t currently in use. I like to rotate the bondage devices every few weeks to keep things fresh.” Dante explained.
Lara wandered around the room, running her fingers against an upright humanoid device that looked like a cross between a sarcophagus and a suit of armour.
“That’s based off the medieval iron maiden, but instead of spikes, the device can be fitted with any number of vibrating dildos. The victim is locked inside in complete darkness, unable to move, while he or she is subjected to a constant stream of orgasms.” Dante said.
That didn’t sound so bad, Lara thought, with a grin. She moved on and saw a cross, with shackles setup at different intervals along the crossbar. However, what caught her attention was the middle part of the vertical beam, which had an enormous dildo curving up from it.
“Care to martyr yourself?” Dante grinned.
Further along were racks, posts, pillories and other objects that had no obvious function, as far as Lara could tell. She saw an entire wall devoted to cuffs, restraints and chains, as well as several racks containing vibrators and dildos of every size, shape and description, along with numerous whips, floggers and flails. Lara was amazed both by the quantity and variety of sexual equipment on display, which would have put even the largest adult sex store to shame. Dante removed a long black riding crop from the rack and held the slender object up in front of Lara’s face.
“Hold out your hand.” Dante said.
Lara was confused but did as he asked. Dante swatted the black riding crop sharply down against her palm. It stung her hand, but it wasn’t anything she couldn’t handle.
“Do you think you’ll be able to handle this, or should I get something softer?” Dante asked.
“I can handle it!” Lara answered confidently, her pride and ego taking over.
Dante smiled and nodded approvingly, and Lara felt herself blushing with pride beneath her black mask. Dante led her between the various pieces of bondage equipment, stopping to explain any that she showed an interest in. Then they arrived at their destination – a large wooden frame that turned out to be a medieval pillory. These devices, sometimes also called stocks, were used to secure a prisoner’s head and hands for the purpose of torture and public humiliation; however, in this case, the central hole looked too large and too low to secure the victim’s head. Dante read her confusion and smiled as he lifted the top locking bar.
“My Lady.” He said, as he courteously waved her forward.
The twinkle in his eye made Lara’s heart beat faster. She stepped up onto the platform, still unsure of what she was supposed to be doing. Dante gently but firmly bent her forward over the central hole of the pillory, which Lara had mistaken for the head hole. Its purpose soon became obvious, as Dante pulled her arms backwards through the smaller diameter holes on either side and then lowered the top locking bar down into place. Lara’s naked upper body bent lewdly forward through the three holes, which wrapped securely around her waist and wrists, leaving her defenceless lower body and hands protruding from the rear.
She heard Dante moving about behind her, but the pillory prevented her from seeing what he was doing. The feeling of helplessness was exquisite, and Lara could feel her whole body shivering with anticipation. She gasped as she felt a lubricated egg-shaped object being pushed inside her wet pussy.
“What… what are you doing?” Lara gasped, as she felt a smaller object being stuck to her clitoris and with adhesive tape.
Dante moved in front of her holding a mobile phone. Her first instinct was to lower her face, fearing that he was about to film or photograph her in this compromising condition. But she knew it was stupid, since she was wearing a mask, and she saw that Dante was holding the screen of his phone towards her. He had an app open on his phone with a large red button at the bottom, which he pressed. Lara gasped and her whole body went rigid, as the egg in her pussy and the object against her clit started vibrating loudly. The powerful vibrations lasted for about 5 seconds, before shutting off.
“Good?” Dante asked.
Lara took a deep breath and nodded. Dante circled back behind her and slid the flat leather tip of the riding crop across the skin of Lara’s lower back. He ran the square tip up her thighs and in-between her legs, before drawing it backwards and striking a stinging blow against her naked left buttock, leaving a bright red mark on her flawless skin.
“Ouch!” Lara protested.
Dante activated a timer program on his phone and then placed it down on top of the pillory. The vibrators between Lara’s legs activated, sending a 5 second burst of pure pleasure shooting through her clitoris and G-spot. While Lara bucked and writhed in pleasure, Dante whipped the black riding crop against Lara’s bare bottom, alternating between her left and right buttocks. As soon as the vibrations stopped, so did the stinging blows. The vibrations paused for about 10 seconds and then resumed, with another 5 second burst. Lara’s muscles went rigid again, as waves of pleasure radiated through her straining body.
Dante swatted at her bare backside again, which started feeling very hot indeed, but stopped each time the vibrators did. Lara found the stinging blows against her ass painful at first, but now they were just fucking annoying! Bondage was something Lara understood – the desire to be helpless and at another person’s mercy – but she’d never understood masochism. How could anyone derive pleasure from being whipped and beaten, she wondered? She was about to ask Dante to stop when another 5 second burst from the vibrators made her body shiver with pleasure.
Lara’s naked body glistened with sweat and her chest was heaving in time with her ragged breathing. She could feel herself edging closer and closer to orgasming. The 10 second gap in-between vibrating pulses gave her barely enough time to recover her composure, before another wave of pleasure ripped through her helpless body. The stinging of the crop receded from her consciousness, become little more than a minor distraction, as each successive burst of vibrations set her nerves aflame. Lara long athletic legs began to shake uncontrollably, as a powerful orgasm radiated through her body. As her wanton screams echoed around the room, Dante deactivated the vibrators and waited for the aftershocks of Lara’s orgasm to subside.
When her orgasm was spent, Lara’s head and chest hung down limply from the front of the pillory and her entire body was dripping with sweat. Dante picked up the phone and started a fresh program. Lara’s weak body went rigid, as another burst of vibrations pulsed against her dripping pussy. This time, Dante didn’t crop her backside in time with the 5 seconds of vibrations, but instead spanked her during the 10 second lull in-between. Lara vacillated between gasps of pleasure, as her pussy and G-spot were stimulated, and grunts of discomfort, as her firm buttocks were repeatedly whipped by the stinging leather tip of the riding crop. Again, Lara felt herself building towards an orgasm, albeit more slowly this time.
Towards the end, Dante pressed a button on his phone app and all of the vibrations stopped.
“I’m going to try something now. It’s a test I give to all of my Submissives, to see what their sexual preferences are.” Dante explained. “I’m going to hit you with the crop for exactly 60 seconds. Do you think you can handle that?”
Lara’s fierce pride made her nod, as she didn’t want to appear weak in front of him.
Dante nodded and then started going to town on her upturned ass. Lara grunted repeatedly, as a continuous stream of stinging blows slapped against her defenceless buttocks. Dante alternated between her left and right ass cheeks, turning them both bright red. Lara felt like a naughty child being spanked for misbehaving, but while she found the indecency of the act exciting, the stinging pain and lack of pleasurable stimulation left her no closer to orgasming. When the 60 seconds was finally finished, Lara’s bright-red ass felt like it was on fire. Dante looked down at her appraisingly.
“So… not a Pain Slut then?” Dante mused.
“I beg your pardon!?” Lara asked indignantly.
Dante smiled at her and Lara felt her irritation melt away.
“I assure you, it’s not a name meant as an insult you. It’s what we in the BDSM community call a person that derives pleasure from pain. You see, some bondage players derive no pleasure from pain at all; other, like yourself, can have their pleasure heightened by the sensory overload provided by targeted discomfort; but there are some extreme cases – the ones we call pain sluts – who can derive their enjoyment solely from the pain itself. I was just trying to see which category you fell into.” Dante explained.
“Satisfied?” Lara asked breathlessly, looking up at him.
“I think the real question is, are you satisfied? Do you want me to try anything else before I release you?” Dante asked.
Lara blushed. This was the moment of truth. Thus far, at least in her mind, she could write off everything that had happened to her as merely Dante having his way with her. She wasn’t an active participant after all, so no one could blame her for anything that happened. But by asking her what she wanted, Dante was putting the responsibility back on her. She should have told him to release her and then gone on her way. She already had the translation that she needed. There was no reason hang around… but she desperately wanted to have sex with the handsome Dante.
“Maybe you could… use your mouth?” Lara asked hopefully, hating how desperate she sounded.
Dante grinned and walked back around behind her. Lara shivered involuntarily, as she felt the egg vibrator being withdrawn from her pussy. Then she gasped as the adhesive tape holding the second smaller vibrator on her clit was ripped off.
“Sorry!” Dante said.
Lara moaned wantonly as she felt the handsome man bury his head between her legs. His tongue was licking expertly up and down her pussy lips and flicking across her clitoris, while his nose was jammed in-between her buttocks. Lara always had a secret kink for being eaten out, but many of her former lovers never offered to go down on her and Lara was too prissy to ask for it… until now. For some reason, here in this sex club, all of her sexual hang-ups and inhibitions disappeared. She felt like she could finally be herself.
Lara moaned and bit her lower lip, as she luxuriated in the feeling of Dante’s talented mouth playing her pussy like a flute. Trapped inside the pillory, she had very little freedom of movement, but what movement she did have she used to grind her ass up and down against Dante’s handsome face. She could feel wetness dripping down her inner thighs, and she knew that it was only partially because of Dante’s saliva. This was the most turned-on Lara had ever felt in her entire life. She was tied up, naked and helpless, and being eaten out by a handsome lover. It was like a fantasy out of her wildest dreams.
Dante had clearly done this before, because his technique was flawless. He alternated between hard licks and light flicks of his tongue, and between fast lapping movements and slow circles around her clit. Even the gentle scratching of his 5-o’clock shadow against her slit and the way his nose occasionally tickled against her sphincter felt awesome. She didn’t want the glorious feeling to end, but she knew that she had no hope of holding out. The previous orgasm had already weakened her resistance, and after just a few minutes of cunnilingus, Dante had her cross-eyed, red-faced and panting like a dog.
When she could take no more, Lara’s back arched gracefully upwards and she screamed at the top of her lungs, no longer caring if anyone heard her. Every muscle of her sexy body clenched taught and her long legs started shaking uncontrollably. Lara felt the trickle of wetness dripping down her inner thighs transform into a waterfall. She actually felt embarrassed by how much she was cuming, and she hoped that Dante wouldn’t be disgusted by it. She needn’t have worried, as Dante strolled around in front of her with a satisfied grin on his wet face.
“Wow! You really do like oral sex, don’t you!” Dante said. “Or was it the helplessness of being tied up?” He asked.
Lara blushed with shame and arousal.
“Well, I suppose I should let you out.” Dante said, and moved to unlock the pillory.
“Wait!” Lara said, more urgently than she intended.
No one had ever made her feel this way before, and she didn’t want it to end. She felt a desperate need to be fucked by this man; to feel his magnificent cock buried deep inside her.
“Fuck me!” Lara said suddenly, shocked by the wantonness of her words.
“I’m sorry Lara, but it’s against the rules.” Dante said.
“Please!” Lara pleaded.
She couldn’t believe she was literally begging him for sex. What was wrong with her, she thought? It was as if her horniness and physical needs had overridden her judgement and self-respect. To her surprise and disappointment, Dante unlocked the top of the pillory and helped her to stand.
“Maybe next time, when you have your STD clearance with you.” Dante answered.
Lara’s mouth gaped open in shocked disbelief. He was saying ‘no’ to her – HER! That simply did not happen! She was the Countess of Abingdon, famed throughout the world for her beauty. Millions of men around the world would have willingly traded a year of their life for the chance to sleep with her, and this man was turning her down? It was unthinkable! It was intolerable!
“I want to go!” Lara said angrily.
“Certainly.” Dante answered, leading her out of the storeroom and back down the long black corridor.
He walked her chivalrously back towards the ladies changeroom. Lara was visibly angry and pouty, and she became even more irritated when he didn’t try to explain himself or apologise to her. Once inside, Lara showered and washed the smell of sweat and sex from her body. She didn’t have a towel with her, so she spent several minutes air-drying herself and fuming about Dante’s rejection. She walked back to her locker and collected her clothes and firearm. She made sure to tuck the paper containing the translation into her pocket, and then walked out into the foyer.
Dante was already waiting for her, now fully dressed in a stylish black suit.
“I hope we’ll see you again some time.” Dante said smoothly.
His handsome smile made her melt, but she forced herself to remain angry at him.
“In your dreams! You have no idea what you just passed up!” Lara retorted.
Dante completely ignored her anger and smiled. Lara was still angry, but his smile made her swoon. His lack of reaction had wrong-footed her. She was used to having people fall all-over themselves to ingratiate themselves to her whenever she showed the slightest displeasure.
“We’re open from 5.00pm to 5.00am, Thursday through Sunday. If you want to leave your mask and collar here, I’ll have them set aside for you.” Dante said.
Lara was speechless, and couldn’t think of anything else to do but slam her mask and collar down on the front desk. She immediately felt embarrassed by how childish and immature she was behaving. The blonde receptionist raised an eyebrow at her seemingly erratic behaviour, but Dante simply smiled and stared at her like a pet owner looking at his misbehaving but adorably-cute kitten or puppy. Not having gotten the reaction she wanted, Lara screamed in wordless frustration and stormed out of the club.
The nerve of that man, she thought! She was so used to getting her own way that she found it infuriating when she didn’t. She climbed back aboard her Ducati sports bike and gunned the engine, before driving away. On the long drive back to Croft Manor, Lara managed to calm herself and rationally assess the situation. The mission had been a complete success. She had a full translation of the third Jade Obelisk, meaning that she could now pinpoint the location of the long-lost Mayan Temple. Why was she obsessing about being rejected by some random guy that she would probably never see again?
That night, with the help of Alistair, her research assistant, and Zip, her IT specialist, Lara found the location of the lost Mayan Temple. Less than a week later, she had plundered the Temple of its secrets, and made a very public and triumphant return to London, where she donated several valuable artefacts to the Nation Museum, although she kept all of the choicest finds for her private collection. Despite her success, Lara found herself daydreaming about her time in the sex club and about Dante, its roguishly handsome owner. The man gave her butterflies in a way that no one had ever done before. She scolded herself for acting like every Hollywood spoiled-rich-girl cliché – obsessing about the bad boy she couldn’t have.
Later that week, on a whim, she decided to visit her doctor and get her blood tested for diseases. She told herself that made sense, since she had just emerged from the jungles of Central America, filled with mosquitos that carried all sorts of tropical diseases. While she was there, she had the doctor do a test for STDs as well. Why not be safe, she thought, since she was already there? A few days later, feeling bored, Lara hoped on her black Ducati Monster and made the 2-hour ride back to London. It was Friday night and she hoped that Dante would be around.
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