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Tomb Raider Bliss	By : CrossroadsMk2 Category: +S through Z > Tomb Raider (all) > Tomb Raider (all) Views: 9557 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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.

Chapter List
- 1-Blackmailed
- 2-Addicted
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Lara Croft straightened her white floral designer dress and exited the cramped but luxurious bathroom of the Gulfstream transatlantic jet. As she strode confidently through the expensive cabin, her long sexy legs drew admiring gazes from the other passengers onboard. Her bare legs looked even longer, thanks to her 5-inch white leather high-heels and the short hem of her dress, which ended well above her knees. Despite deliberately dressing provocatively, Lara rolled her eyes, when she saw the party of 6 Saudi Arabian passengers at the back of the plane leering at her. Lara’s sexy outfits were designed to attract the attention of the paparazzi and her fans – not these foreign creeps!
Lara usually preferred to fly privately, but no exclusive chartered jets were available, so she’d been forced to share her flight with a dozen other wealthy travellers. Lara reached her seat and sat down, still aware of the Saudi Arabian passengers staring at her and speaking in hushed foreign voices. She didn’t know whether they were staring at her because she was a world-famous celebrity, or simply because she was a beautiful large-breasted woman. Finally losing her patience, Lara met their eyes and gave them an obviously fake smile, before theatrically waving “goodbye” to them – the universal sign to fuck off!
The men finally took the hint and turned around. Lara checked the time on her gold Cartier watch. It would still be another 7 hours before they landed back in England. She picked up a complementary glass of expensive French Champaigne and took a sip, before gazing out the airplane’s window at the empty blue expanse of the North Atlantic Ocean.
“May I join you?” A cultured British voice asked.
Lara looked up. The man standing opposite her was about 6’1” tall, and carried himself with the self-confidence and swagger that only self-made success can bring. He looked about 20 years older than her, with a mature but handsome face and dark slicked-back hair. That he was even on the private jet proved that he was wealthy, but his bespoke grey Saville Row suit demonstrated to Lara that he was a man of culture and refinement as well.
“Certainly.” Lara answered, waving towards the luxurious cream-coloured leather seat opposite her.
In Lara’s line of work, it never hurt to make rich and powerful friends. You never knew when you might need a favour from one of them in the future. Besides, talking to someone from her home country might make the time pass more swiftly, and help take her mind off the annoying Saudi men, who were even now casting furtive glances in her direction.
“Lara Croft.” Lara said, holding out her hand.
“Jonathan Reiss.” The man answered, shaking her hand in reply.
It was the confident but gentle handshake of a man who had nothing to prove. Lara’s brow furrowed in thought. Jonathan Reiss - that name sounded strangely familiar. Where had she heard that name before, she wondered?
“I must say that I’m a great admirer of your work. The archaeological discoveries you’ve made are extremely impressive, especially for someone so young.” Reiss said.
Lara felt herself redden at his compliment.
“Most people know me more for my Tomb Raider video games and modelling career.” Lara replied, trying to appear humble, despite the great pride she felt at her many accomplishments.
“Most people are idiots.” Reiss answered, and then lowered his voice and leaned forward conspiratorially. “Don’t tell me you’ve never thought that the world would be a better place without some of these people?”
Lara glanced over at the lecherous Saudi Arabians and nodded in agreement.
“There are definitely some people I could do without.” Lara replied.
Reiss waved to a stewardess, who brought him a glass of whisky.
“And what is it that you do, Mr Reiss?” Lara asked.
She still couldn’t place his accent. There was perhaps a subtle hint of Irish, but his English pronunciation was perfect and indicated an expensive private education.
“I’m a scientist.” Reiss answered.
Lara tried to hide her disappointment. She was hoping he might be something exciting, like a Tech CEO or a Hollywood movie director. In her experience, scientists were universally boring.
“Have you invented anything I’ve heard of?” Lara asked conversationally.
“I won a Nobel Prize for discovering the cure for AIDS.” Reiss answered casually.
“You’re THAT Jonathan Reiss!” Lara blurted out, immediately feeling embarrassed at not having recognised him earlier.
Now Lara gave him her undivided attention. Jonathan Reiss was a scientific genius and self-made billionaire, who’d made his fortune inventing and patenting cures for multiple different diseases and viruses. His most famous achievement was curing HIV/AIDS – a feat that other scientists said would take decades. While he was an undeniably impressive man, Lara had also heard some darker stories about Jonathan Reiss from her contacts inside the British Government: rumours of secret biological weapons research and illegal human testing.
“The newspapers say you’re a megalomaniac who wants to destroy the world.” Lara said.
Lara’s tone was light, but she wanted to see how Reiss would react. She saw his right eye twitch with irritation.
“I will admit that curing diseases – literally having the power of life and death over people – does make one feel godlike. It’s also a regrettable reality that most governments will pay far more to weaponize a virus than to cure it.” Reiss explained.
“Biological weapons are illegal!” Lara objected.
Reiss leaned in close and spoke in a low voice, so that only the two of them would hear what was said.
“Come now, Lara. You of all people know how two-faced national governments are. Look at the United States: on paper, they outlaw biological weapons research, and then they pay me to set up my labs in Ukraine, in Saudi Arabia, in China. Oh, they don’t call it ‘biological weapons research’ – they call it ‘gain of function research’ – but the work is the same.” Reiss explained.
“Why would America want biological weapons? They have nukes!” Lara asked.
“Because nuclear weapons cause too much economic damage, and you can’t use them against your own population.” Reiss explained.
Reiss’s answer left her speechless.
“This research was never about defending themselves from other countries; it’s about controlling their own population. Frightened people make poor decisions: create a virus or disease that terrifies them and they’ll run to the government to save them, and willingly sacrifice their rights and freedoms in the process.” Reiss explained.
“That’s… horrible!” Lara answered.
Reiss leaned back in his seat.
“It’s business. As I said earlier, the world would be a better place without some of these people in it – starting with these corrupt governments.” Reiss said.
“Yet you’ll still take their money and do their dirty work for them!” Lara said accusingly.
“For now, while our interests align. You know, life is a lot like chess, and most of the people out there are pawns – but not you and I. A long time ago, I wanted to be a king, but then I realised – why settle for being the king on the chessboard, when you can be the hand that moves the king, and all the other pieces? I don’t want to destroy humanity, Lara. I want to save it. I want to guide it onto a better path. I could use a woman of your talents by my side.” Reiss said.
“I’m afraid I’ll have to decline.” Lara answered curtly.
Reiss finished his drink and stood up.
“A shame.” Reiss said regretfully, stepping to his right. “You would have been a queen in my world, Lara. But now… just another pawn.”
Reiss nodded and two burly black-suited bodyguards clamped down on Lara’s arms and shoulders, pinning her in her seat. Lara kicked out with her legs, directly into the space where Reiss had been standing moments earlier. A third black-suited bodyguard pinned her thighs to the chair. Lara bucked and struggled, but she couldn’t break free of their crushing grip. None of the other passengers made any move to help her, and the stewardess who had been serving drinks rushed away into the galley and locked the door.
Reiss opened his suitcase and pulled out a long medical syringe.
“I’m afraid I can’t risk you compromising my plans.” Reiss said, as he held the syringe up in front of his face and tapped the transparent window to remove any air bubbles.
As Reiss approached her with the syringe, Lara struggled vainly to escape, the effort causing her face to redden and veins to stick out from her neck.
“You’ll never get away with this! People saw me board this plane! If I turn up dead, they’ll know it was you!” Lara shouted in panic, while still fighting and kicking with all her strength.
Reiss held up a reassuring hand.
“Lara, you misunderstand me. I’m not going to kill you. Violence is the last refuge of the incompetent.” Reiss said, as he stabbed the syringe into her exposed thigh.
After a few moments, Lara’s struggles lessened, and a strange warm feeling flooded her body. Reiss nodded to his bodyguards, who gingerly released their hold on her limbs and stood back. Lara’s first impulse was to lash out, but instead she found herself unconsciously undulating and grinding her ass against her seat.
“What… did you inject me with?” Lara asked breathlessly.
Her pussy felt like it was on fire. Never in her entire life had she felt so aroused.
“I won’t bore you with its scientific name, but its commercial name is Bliss.” Reiss said.
“Oh my God!” Lara gasped, as her body writhed sensually and her right hand snaked down between her thighs. She didn’t want to start rubbing herself through her panties, but the pleasure was too overwhelming to resist.
“The drug was originally designed to inoculate sex workers against sexually transmitted infections, but it had some unexpected side-effects. I immediately recognised the value of what those researchers had stumbled upon and bought them out. I spent the next two years enhancing and perfecting the drug in my laboratory.” Reiss explained.
Lara moaned with pleasure, as she rubbed her clit through her white panties. She could see the lascivious Saudi Arabians staring at her lewd display with undisguised lust. For some reason, that shameful knowledge made her masturbation feel even more pleasurable.
“Our foreign guests seem to be enjoying the show. Why don’t you throw them a souvenir? Your underwear, for example.” Reiss suggested.
Just the thought of throwing her underwear at the lecherous Saudi Arabians sent a jolt of pleasure running up Lara’s spine. She desperately wanted to stop herself from going any further, but she was like a drug addict chasing her next high. Lara paused her masturbation and slid the straps of her white dress down her bare shoulders, exposing her lacy white bra. Without even pausing, she reached behind her back and unclipped the bra, before tossing it over to the Saudi men. Lara felt another jolt of pleasure, as she exposed her perfect breasts to everyone on the plane.
Lara saw several of the Saudi men pointing their mobile phones at her, obviously filming her lewd public display. The thought of being filmed exposing herself in public should have filled her with shame, but instead it filled her pleasure and a desire to go further. Lara raised her ass off the leather chair and shimmied her panties off her hips, before sliding them down her long legs. She smiled seductively and tossed the skimpy white panties towards one of the Saudis, who held it aloft like a trophy. As they continued to film her, Lara spread her legs wider apart and draped her thighs over the arms of the leather chair, to give them a better view of her smoothly shaven pussy.
Lara rubbed her pussy with her right hand, strumming her sensitive clit like a guitar, while her left hand squeezed and fondled her breasts. She turned her blushing face directly towards the phone cameras filming her and started licking and biting her lips seductively, putting on a shameless performance that would have rivalled the most erotic stripper or pornstar. When she orgasmed a few moments later, it actually felt like a let-down. The feeling was good, but it was nothing compared to pleasure that she felt from debasing herself.
Reiss whispered a command to one of his bodyguards, who walked over and spoke to the Saudi Arabian delegation. They immediately stopped filming and put away their phones. Jonathan Reiss had no desire to be filmed. Besides, he’d already promised them a turn with the beautiful Tomb Raider, if she refused his offer. Reiss stood directly in front of Lara and unzipped his trousers, exposing his larger-than-average cock. The idea of performing oral sex in public filled Lara with another jolt of pleasure, and she immediately dropped to her knees in front of him and wrapped her full red lips around his erect shaft.
“Good girl.” Reiss said affectionately, as Lara bobbed her head up and down on his cock.
Lara’s only reply was the “Gluk, Gluk, Gluk” sounds her throat was making, as she deepthroated his cock. Every fibre of Lara’s being told her that what she was doing was shamefully wrong, but she just couldn’t stop herself. The other men on the plane watched as Lara’s graceful throat stretched open around Reiss’s cock with each bob of her head, and eagerly imagined what their own sexual encounter with the beautiful English aristocrat would look like. With an amazing display of willpower, Lara managed to pull her mouth from Reiss’s cock.
“What… have you… done… to me?” Lara asked through gritted teeth, as she rubbed Reiss’s saliva-drenched cock all over her beautiful face, smudging her flawless makeup and making herself appear even more like a whore.
Reiss raised an eyebrow and his expression displayed both surprise and respect.
“Impressive. You’re the first one that’s been able to form a coherent sentence while under the effects of Bliss.”
“What??” Lara repeated, while sucking on Reiss’s balls.
“I suppose you’ve earned an answer.” Reiss said, as he gently brushed a loose lock of hair from her face.
Lara looked up at him, even as her lips moved with a mind of their own, walking kisses up the underside of his cock, before swallow him back inside her mouth.
“Bliss sends the prefrontal cortex and amygdala into overdrive, creating an almost irresistible sexual desire in the subject, whilst simultaneously subverting the normal functioning of the pregenual anterior cingulate cortex – the part of the brain responsible for feeling shame and embarrassment. Instead of punishing negative emotions by releasing epinephrine, the brain rewards them by releasing dopamine instead. Put simply, the more humiliated and degraded you become, the more pleasure you feel – a complete inversion of the brain’s normal functioning.” Reiss explained.
Lara was a very intelligent young woman, but much of Reiss’s explanation flew over her head. What she did understand was the accuracy of his summation – the more shamefully she behaved, the more pleasure she felt; and the more pleasure she felt, the more shamefully she wanted to behave. It was like an obscene feedback-loop, driving her towards greater and greater acts of depravity. Reiss didn’t even have to do anything. Lara was doing all the work for him; literally face-fucking herself against his crotch; powerless to resist the drug-fuelled urges filling her mind.
Lara was on her knees like a cheap prostitute, with her perfect makeup smudged and ruined, and her expensive white dress bunched-up around her waist, leaving her bare chest and crotch completely exposed. Her hands were resting on her thighs, while her head bobbed rapidly up and down over Reiss’s cock. Saliva was drooling down her chin from her open mouth, and her throat was making a near constant stream of “Gluk, Gluk, Gluk, Gluk” noises, as it stretched open around Reiss’s cock.
“Ohhhhh.” Reiss moaned, as Lara’s talented mouth finally pushed him over the edge.
Lara felt him begin to ejaculate, and held her mouth balls-deep around the base of his cock. She felt multiple spurts of warm cum shooting down her throat and into her stomach. When he finished, Lara pulled back, gasping for air, but was immediately compelled to lick his cock clean with her tongue.
“Good girl.” Reiss said again, as he gave her a patronizing pat on the head.
He zipped-up his pants and nodded to his bodyguard, who whispered something to the Saudi Arabians. Their phones came back out and resumed recording.
“Give me your dress.” Reiss ordered.
Lara’s eyes glazed over, as the last of her free-will and self-control left her. She stood up and lifted her bunched-up dress over her head and handed it to Reiss. She was now completely naked, except for her white high heels. One of the Saudi men exposed his cock and waved her over to him. Lara went to him. The eyes of the men widened, as they took in the incredible sight of Lara’s naked body. They admired her large, perfectly proportioned breasts, which bounced delightfully with each graceful step she took; they admired the sensual sway of her hourglass hips and sexy ass, which looked cartoonishly large compared to her tiny waist and long sexy legs; and they admired her angelica face, which was still stunningly beautiful, despite her smudged makeup.
Lara fell to her knees in front of the first Saudi man and started deepthroating his cock. Almost immediately, a second Saudi knelt down behind her and pushed his cock inside her wet pussy. Lara felt herself being pushed forward onto all fours, as the two Saudi men spit-roasted her between them. She could see the other Saudi men circling around to film her from all sides, some recording her pussy being penetrated, while others recorded her beautiful face performing oral sex. The shame of being filmed having sex in public added another level to Lara’s pleasure and she moaned in orgasmic bliss.
The “Gluk, Gluk, Gluk” sound from Lara’s stretched-open throat was joined by the loud slapping sound being made by the crotch of the man behind her, as he pounded against her ass. The firm flesh of her round buttocks rippled like the surface of a pond, while her large breasts bounced up and down beneath her chest. The Saudi men lacked Reiss’s self-control, and the man she was deepthroating came after only a couple of minutes. Lara swallowed his cum, and then the cock of the next man who replaced him. Lara moaned in pleasure, as she felt the next man clamp his hands around her head and start fucking her face.
Meanwhile, Lara felt the other Saudi’s cock pistoning in and out of her tight pussy. The man wasn’t particularly large, and she could feel his balls slapping against her pussy lips, as he buried herself inside her as deep as he could go. Ordinarily, she would have experienced almost no pleasure from fucking a loser like this, but thanks to the Bliss in her system, she was experiencing a constant stream of orgasmic pleasure. Lara felt the man in her pussy suddenly slow his fucking and bottom-out inside her. Moments later, she felt weak spurts of cum splashing against the back of her pussy. Lara was on birth control, but she experienced another jolt of pleasure imagining herself being impregnated by this nameless foreigner. That was the true power of Bliss: it could make a snobbish well-bred Countess like Lara Croft want to muddy her noble bloodline by mixing her aristocratic genes with a low-born peasant.
The next man in line pushed his cock inside Lara’s pussy. Lara secretly wished that he would fuck her ass instead – since anal sex was an act so shameful that she’d never let any of her previous lovers try it – but sodomy was forbidden in Islam, so the man contented himself with her tight pussy. Rather than joining in, the last Saudi man waited for his own turn with Lara. As soon as her current lover drained his balls inside her pussy, Lara found herself being flipped over onto her back.
The plush grey carpet tickled her naked skin, as she lay back and spread her legs, giving the man full access to her body. The man lifted her athletic legs over his shoulders and thrust inside her pussy. Lara moaned wantonly, as the man folded her in half like a futon and pounded her from above. Each powerful downward thrust caused the man’s balls to slap loudly against her ass. The position was incredibly undignified – Lara’ ankles were up around her ears and her lower back was curved upwards, pointing her ass towards the ceiling.
Lara looked to the side and saw a phone camera pointing right at her face, recording her facial expressions as she was fucked. Under the influence of Bliss, Lara licked her lips seductively and moaned like a whore, leaving the intended audience of the recording in no doubt that she was a willing participant in this public orgy. This man managed to last almost twice as long as the others, but after 6 minutes of furious fucking, Lara felt spurts of warm cum spraying against the back of her pussy. The man collapsed on top of her, panting breathlessly, before eventually climbing back to his feet.
With the Saudi Arabians fully satisfied, it was now the turn of Reiss’s bodyguards to have their fun. One of them walked over and grabbed hold of Lara’s long ponytail.
“This way, Countess!” He said mockingly, as he pulled her forward on all fours by the hair, like a dog on a leash.
He made her crawl on her hands and knees to where the other three bodyguards were waiting. The Saudi men continued filming Lara on their phones, although none dared to push their luck by approaching closer to Reiss’s bodyguards. They smiled appreciatively and commented in their native Arabic, as they zoomed in on Lara’s gorgeous heart-shaped ass, as it swayed hypnotically from side-to-side with each crawling step. And they weren’t the only one’s filming.
At the other end of the cabin, one of Reiss’s bodyguards was holding an ultra-high-definition digital camera, aimed right her; while the other bodyguards were holding a tube of lubricant and a copy of Top Life Magazine from several months earlier, which featured Lara Croft on the cover. The men knew exactly what was expected of them and had come prepared.
This exact scene had played out dozens of times over the last 6 months. Jonathan Reiss would us his fame and status to arrange a meeting with the chosen woman, who would then be injected with Bliss. They were then filmed in various compromising positions and blackmailed. The service that Reiss offered was priceless: a way to discretely make a problem disappear, without resorting to extreme measures like kidnapping or murder, which often brought even more unwanted attention.
The targets were the enemies of powerful politicians, criminals and businessmen. After meeting with Reiss, a female journalist would suddenly stop reporting on the scandals of powerful politician; or a female prosecutor would suddenly stop investigating a powerful criminal organization; or a female politician would suddenly withdraw her opposition to corrupt legislation that would financially benefit a powerful businessman. Male politicians and judges were also not immune, since all of them had wives or daughters who could be targeted in the same way. In return, Reiss received the protection and resources necessary to continue his illegal biological weapons research and sell his products to the highest bidder.
Rather than fucking Lara right away, the four bodyguards stripped naked and held an impromptu photo shoot, right there in the plane’s cabin. They had a running competition going with Reiss’s other henchmen, as to who could take the funniest blackmail photos. The men started barking orders to Lara and manhandling her into the poses they wanted. Thanks to the Bliss in her system, Lara’s mind was in a highly suggestible state, and she fully cooperated with every instruction they gave her, no matter how humiliating.
“Spread your legs apart wider! Arch your back! Hold the magazine up higher! Make a peace sign with your right hand! Smile for the camera!” The man holding the high-definition camera said.
Click. Click. Click.
Lara shivered with pleasure, as the camera immortalized her degrading pose. She was squatting down with her feet on the arms of the leather chair and her legs spread wide apart, straddling the bodyguard seated beneath her. The man’s hands were cupping the underside of her heart-shaped ass, and his thick cock was stretching open her tight asshole from below. Lara was smiling happily towards the camera, as though she was posing for a selfie with one of her fans. Her right hand was making a peace sign towards the camera, while her left hand was holding up a copy of Top Life Magazine, with her picture on the cover.
Lara looked so ridiculous that the other bodyguards started laughing at her, which made her feel more humiliated, which sent more jolts of pleasure pulsing through her body. Two of the other naked bodyguards moved to either side of the chair, taking away the magazine and placing Lara’s fingers around their erect cocks.
“Smile!” The cameraman said.
Click. Click. Click
The bodyguards stepped up onto the arms of the chair, holding onto the back for balance, so that they could rub their cocks against either side of Lara’s sweetly smiling face. With her ass still impaled on the cock beneath her, and a cock resting against each of her cheeks, Lara smiled towards the camera, while cupping each man’s balls with her hands.
“Smile!” The cameraman said.
Click. Click. Click.
They changed positions. Lara was spun around to that she was facing the chair, with her back towards the camera. The bodyguard in the chair pulled down on her hips, impaling her pussy onto his cock. A second bodyguard straddled the arms of the chair and buried his cock inside Lara’s asshole. Both of her filled holes were clearly visible to the camera.
“Look back over your shoulder! Give the camera a thumbs-up! Smile!” The cameraman said.
Click. Click. Click.
The third bodyguard walked beside the chair and pulled Lara’s head down, until her lips were wrapped around his cock.
Click. Click. Click.
The camera immortalized the sight of Lara Croft, the 11^th Countess of Abingdon, being triple penetrated. The position shifted again. Lara was spun back around to face the camera. The bodyguard beneath her impaled her asshole, while the man above her penetrated her pussy. Both of her filled holes were visible to the camera, between the men’s muscular thighs. Lara smiled at the camera and gave another happy thumbs-up.
Click. Click. Click.
More instructions flew at her. Lara maintained the exact same pose, but now her thumbs-up was replaced with the Top Life Magazine. On the cover, Lara was dressed in a posh black designer gown, and she was wearing her most expensive jewellery. Now she was posing next to that photo, completely naked, with a stupid smile on her beautiful makeup-streaked face and two cocks buried inside her pussy and asshole. It was hard to believe that this woman was the same Lara Croft that had once posed for that fancy magazine cover.
“Smile!” The photographer said.
Click. Click. Click.
Now it was the cameraman’s turn to have some fun. He sat down in one of the leather chairs opposite her, while Lara disentangled herself from the bodyguards double-penetrating her. The bodyguard with the camera slid down the hair, with his legs apart, and instructed Lara to crawl between his thighs and kneel.
“Push your tits together.” The cameraman said.
Lara pushed her tits together, making her perfect breasts appear even larger and rounder. The bodyguard with the camera pushed his cock inside her deep cleavage, until the head popped up from between Lara’s large breasts, a couple of inches below her chin.
“Smile!” He said, as he angled the camera to capture Lara’s naked breasts and beautiful smiling face.
Click. Click. Click.
“Now wrapped your lips around my cock, but keep looking at the camera!” The cameraman instructed.
Lara lowered her mouth towards the bodyguard’s cock and took the tip inside her mouth, while maintaining her smouldering eye contact with the camera.
Click. Click. Click.
“Take it out of your mouth and smile!” The cameraman said.
Lara resumed the previous pose, but this time two of the other bodyguards stood on either side of her and rested their cocks across the tops of her breasts.
Click. Click. Click.
“Now look surprised!” The cameraman said.
Lara assumed the comical open-mouthed expression of a pornstar – as if she was thinking, ‘where did all these cocks come from?’
Click. Click. Click.
“Keep looking surprised!” The cameraman said.
The cameraman’s penis remained buried in the deep V of Lara’s cleavage, with the tip poking out from between her large round breasts, but now the other two cocks moved up to rest against her cheeks.
Click, Click. Click.
“Now smile!” the cameraman said.
Lara gave the camera a dazzling smile, while her beautiful face was framed by the two stiff cocks pushed against her cheeks. The pose was as ridiculous as it was obscene, and with each batch of photos, the Bliss sent more jolts of pleasure through Lara’s horny body. The bodyguard on the chair passed the camera to another bodyguard, and then the humiliating poses continued. She was placed with her back against the chair, with her ass in the air and her body bent almost double. Two bodyguards penetrated her upturned pussy and asshole from either side, while Lara smiled up at the camera, which was filming her from above.
Click. Click. Click.
Lara was held and the air between two of the muscular bodyguards, with her pussy and asshole impaled on their cocks. She looked to the side, gave a happy thumbs-up and smiled for the camera.
Click. Click. Click.
Lara got down on her knees and took the tip of one of bodyguard’s cocks inside her mouth. She held the copy of Top Life Magazine next her ribcage, while looked sideways at the camera.
Click. Click. Click.
She maintained that pose, but now took the cock deeper inside her mouth, until it was about half way in.
Click. Click. Click.
Then she took the cock all the way inside her throat and pushed out her tongue, so that it was tickling the underside of the man’s balls. All the while, she maintained her smouldering eye contact with the camera.
Click. Click. Click.
“Get down on the floor!” The cameraman said.
Lara was photographed in more than a dozen other poses: down on her haunches, riding one bodyguard while jerking-off two more; down on her hands and knees, being spit-roasted; and on different pieces of furniture, being double and triple penetrated in every position imaginable. And in every photo, Lara had a happy smile on her beautiful blushing face. Once they judged that they had produced enough blackmail material, the bodyguards were ready to start the main event. The digital camera switched hands again. The new cameraman placed the camera into video mode and started recording, while the other bodyguards got to work fucking her.
The bodyguards showed remarkable stamina and self-control. They methodically triple penetrated her pussy, mouth and asshole, swapping holes between them every couple of minutes. Whenever one of them got close to cuming, they took a short break, before they resumed fucking her. By this time, Lara was completely under the effects of the drug. Lara experienced the gangbang in a dreamlike state, not really comprehending what she was doing or why. She felt like a passenger in her own body, as her mind disappeared into a fog of shame-filled pleasure. Finally, after about 30 minutes, one of the bodyguards reached the limits of his sexual endurance and self-control.
“That’s it! I’m done! Give me the camera and finish up!” He said, taking the camera from the bodyguard who had been filming.
Lara was down on her knees, straddling one of the bodyguards with his cock buried inside her pussy, while a second bodyguard with pushing his cock in and out of her throat. The fresh bodyguard moved up behind her and rammed his cock inside Lara’s rapidly loosening asshole. However, rather than pacing himself, he started pistoning in and out of her asshole like a piledriver. Lara moaned with Bliss-induced pleasure, as she was made airtight once again. The other bodyguards started fucking her harder and faster as well, bouncing her between them like a helpless ragdoll. After a couple of minutes of frantic fucking, the bodyguard withdrew from her ass and pulled her up by the hair into a kneeling position.
“Tilt your head upwards, close your eyes and smile.” The bodyguard said.
Lara looked like a marble statue come to life: her eyes were closed and her beautiful face tilted upwards, smiling serenely like a heavenly Angel basking in God’s love. The love that started raining down on her face was anything but holy. The first bodyguard grunted, as he jerked his cock off over Lara’s smiling face. The first two spurts splashed across her cheeks and forehead, leaving gooey white ropes crisscrossing her beautiful features. His next two spurts splashed against her upper lip and nose. He stepped aside and the next bodyguard stepped forward. He pushed his cock against the side of Lara’s face and sent more spurts of cum frothing upwards against her right cheek, like water washing up a beach.
The third bodyguard shot three powerful jets of cum that splashed against Lara’s upper lip and nose, and then dripped down over her mouth and chin. Then it was the turn of the last bodyguard, who had been filming and now passed off the camera and stepped forward. He masturbated directly into Lara’s face, sending multiple spurts of cum splashing against her cheeks and chin.
“Open your eyes! Look at the camera and smile!” The new cameraman said.
Gravity was already starting to take effect, and cum was oozing down Lara’s beautiful face like maple syrup dripping down a stack of pancakes. Lara smiled.
Click. Click. Click.
Two of the bodyguards stepped on either side of her body and made her wrap her fingers around their semi-rigid penises. Lara held their spent cocks next to her cum-splattered face, leaving any viewer in no doubt about the origin of the gooey white substance covering her. Lara smiled.
Click. Click. Click.
Lara was given the copy of Top Life Magazine, which she held in front of her chest, while the two men rested their spent penises on top of her head. Lara felt drops of cum dripping onto her hair, which would have ordinarily infuriated her. Lara smiled.
Click. Click. Click.
The cameraman switched back to video mode, while another bodyguard invited the Saudi Arabians to participate. The red-faced, sweaty-palmed foreigners were already aroused from watching Lara getting gangbanged, and they jumped at the opportunity to join in on her impromptu bukkake. The Saudi man gathered around Lara’s kneeling body and started masturbating over her face, while the cameraman recorded them. Over the next few minutes, the six Saudi men splattered Lara’s face and hair with another deluge of cum. Gravity caused the streams of cum to ooze down the sides of Lara’s face, obscuring her beautiful features and making her look like a gooey glazed doughnut. Lara looked up at the camera and smiled.
Click. Click. Click.
Lara held the Top Life Magazine next to her cum-drenched face and smiled.
Click. Click. Click.
The gangbang had been going for almost 2 hours by this point, but the effects of Bliss typically lasted for 5 or 6 hours. The bodyguards used several dozen wet-wipes to clean the majority of the cum dripping down Lara’s face and body. Then there was a free-for-all, as everyone on the plane took turns fucking her. Lara was fucked multiple times up and down the cabin, in any hole and in any position the passengers desired. They also made her pose with them for humiliating sex-selfies. The men held up their phones and made Lara smile and wave to the camera, while they fucked her in the most degrading ways imaginable.
At the 5-hour mark, Lara started becoming resistant to the men’s orders, which signalled that the party was over. Two of the bodyguards escorted her to the plane’s small but luxurious bathroom and told her to clean herself up. Thankfully, this large private jet came equipped with a small walk-in shower. As she washed the cum from her sweaty body, Lara regained her control of her senses and suffered an unaccustomed panic attack. She had allowed herself to be recorded getting gangbanged by every passenger on the plane, and had even posed for degrading photos with them. She felt dizzy, her hands were shaking and she felt like vomiting. A pit opened in her stomach, as she became cognizant of the massive amount of blackmail material Reiss now had on her.
After she pulled herself together, she got out of the shower and dried herself off. Lara’s handbag and high heels had been left on the bathroom countertop, and her white designer dress was hanging from a hook on the back of the door, but her bra and panties were gone – the Saudi men had kept them as souvenirs of their sexual conquest. Lara composed herself, reapplied her makeup and got dressed. She felt incredibly exposed wearing a high hemmed minidress without any underwear. She blushed, as she looked in the mirror and saw her nipples imprinting through the front of her dress. It immediately had the effect of transforming her formerly classy dress into something that looked cheap and slutty.
Lara walked back out into the cabin. As she walked, she could feel her naked pussy and nipples rubbing against the thin white fabric of her dress. She made eye contact with the leering faces of the 6 Saudi Arabian men, but this time it was they who smiled confidently, and it was Lara who blushed and looked away in shame. Trying to avoid further eye contact, Lara walked past them towards her seat. Jonathan Reiss was seated in the leather armchair opposite her, with several bottles of water on a drink tray next to him. Reiss offered her a bottle of water. Lara regarded it suspiciously.
“It’s just water, I assure you.” Reiss said, by way of explanation.
“How do I know it isn’t drugged?” Lara asked accusingly.
“If I wanted to drug you, I would have done it while you were still under the effects of Bliss. Besides, what would be the point of drugging you? I already have all the photos and videos I need to blackmail you.” Reiss explained.
Lara blushed with shame at the mention of the photos and videos Reiss’s men had taken of her. She felt unaccustomed panic at the thought of those images and recordings being leaked to the media. Her family name and reputation would be permanently ruined.
“You must be feeling dehydrated. Drink!” Reiss repeated.
Lara ignored the offered water bottle and reached across the table to the already opened bottle that Reiss had been drinking from. Reiss smiled with amusement at the subtle insult to his integrity, and waited patiently while she sculled the water bottle’s contents. Still feeling thirsty, Lara chose another bottle at random, making a point of ignoring the water bottle that Reiss had offered her. Lara took several sips and then returned her attention to Reiss.
“I don’t know what you’re planning, but you won’t get away with it!” Lara said vehemently.
Reiss held up a hand, commanding silence.
“My dear, you have no idea how many dozens of times I’ve had this exact conversation: You won’t get away with this! Someone will stop you! I’ll go to the police! I’ll go to the media! I’ll tell them you drugged me!” Reiss said theatrically. “Let me save you from those foolish delusions. No one is going to save you. No one is going to stop me. If you try and report this to anyone, I’ll release the photos and videos of your activities. You can try and claim you were drugged, but I’ll make sure the media is plastered with stories of Lara Croft the party girl, and I’ll get our Saudi friends over there to swear that they saw you taking cocaine prior to your mile-high gangbang. My lie will be halfway around the world before your truth even has its boots on!” Reiss said.
Lara visibly deflated into her chair. She wanted to argue, but she knew that what he was saying was true. The paparazzi had been spreading scandalous rumours about her being a party girl for years. They would be only too eager to print a story about the 11^th Countess of Abingdon engaging in a cocaine-fuelled sex orgy on a private jet. And she knew the internet porn websites would be chomping at the bit to host the videos and photos.
“What do you want?” Lara asked finally, realising that Reiss had her completely at his mercy.
“Nothing so common as money, I can assure you. I want you to do what you do best. There is a certain artifact that I would like you to locate for me. If you cooperate, none of the materials from today’s ordeal will ever need to see the light of day.” Reiss explained.
“What artifact?” Lara asked, her curiosity about all things archaeological overcoming her emotional trauma at being so thoroughly outmanoeuvred and humiliated.
“All in good time. In a few days, I’ll have a courier deliver an envelope with more detailed instructions. I’ll contact you two weeks after that to assess your progress.” Reiss said.
Lara nodded. Reiss stood up and walked to the other end of the cabin, where his bodyguards were waiting for him. Lara briefly considered trying to overpower Reiss and his bodyguards – to steal back the camera that contained the blackmail material that he was using against her. She quickly dismissed that idea as pure fantasy. Reiss’s men were armed, and she was unarmed and outnumbered. She heard laughter coming from the Saudi men and glanced up. She saw the lecherous men looking back and forth between her and their phones. Lara knew they must be looking at the videos and selfies they had taken with her. She blushed with humiliation and looked out the window at the choppy north Atlantic. It would be another hour before they reached England, and that time felt like an eternity.
Winston picked her up from the airport and drove her back to Croft Manor in Abingdon. He tried to enquire about how her trip went, but Lara told him she didn’t want to talk about it. Winston could see that Lara was in “one of her moods” and didn’t press the issue. Once she was back at Croft Manor and dressed in something more casual – complete with a new set of underwear – Lara gathered her staff together. Despite the size of her estate, Lara only had 3 permanent staff – Zip, her African American IT specialist, Alistair, her geeky English archaeology research assistant, and Winston, her old loyal butler, who had raised her after her parents had died. There were also some part-time gardeners and cleaners, who came by once or twice a week as needed, but none of them were involved in Lara’s Tomb Raiding activities or personal life.
“Zip, I need you to dig up as much dirt as you can on Jonathan Reiss.” Lara said.
“The guy who cured AIDS? Why?” Zip asked.
“Reiss is trying to blackmail me into recovering an ancient artifact for him.” Lara said.
“Blackmail you with what?” Alistair asked.
Lara didn’t want to have to go into the humiliating details of her ordeals, so she kept her langue deliberately vague.
“Reiss drugged me on the plane and took some… compromising photos. He said he’ll release them to the media unless I cooperate.” Lara said.
“This is intolerable, my Lady! We should go to the authorities! Blackmail is a serious crime!” Winston said.
“If we do that, he’ll release the photos and my reputation would be ruined.” Lara explained.
“But, my Lady, you were drugged! Surely the media would refuse to publish the blackmail material out of human decency!” Winston said.
Lara smiled sadly. Like all truly honourable men, Winston foolishly believed that all other men thought and acted as he did. He couldn’t comprehend a world filled with selfish and evil people, willing to do whatever it took to achieve wealth, fame and power.
“I’m afraid that today’s media have far less scruples than they did in the past. They’ll claim that I’m a drug addict and did it to myself, so going to the authorities isn’t an option. We’ll need to solve this problem ourselves.” Lara said.
“So, what’s the plan, Boss?” Zip asked.
“In a couple of days, Reiss will be sending a courier with details of the artifact he wants me to find. Perhaps that will give us a clue as to what his plans are. In the meantime, I’ll reach out to my contacts in the British Government, to see what they can tell me. Zip, I want you to scour the internet for anything we can use as leverage against Reiss.” Lara said.
“Fight blackmail with blackmail? I like it! Mutually assured destruction!” Zip said.
“Alistair, once we know what artifact Reiss is after, I’ll get you to research its location.” Lara said.
“On it, Boss!” Alistair said.
“You’re going to help Reiss?” Winston asked.
Lara shook her head.
“If I can get to the artifact before he does, maybe I can use it as leverage to trade for the blackmail material. It's a last resort, since I hate the idea of giving Reiss what he wants, but there may be no other choice." Lara said.
Winston nodded gravely.
"What can I do to help, my Lady?” Winston asked.
Lara smiled.
“Notify me the moment Reiss’s courier arrives, and keep Zip supplied with all the energy drinks and snacks he needs.” Lara said.
Zip nodded and smiled. He was a night owl anyway, and so he didn’t at all mind pulling an all-nighter for Lara. He ended up working the entire night and well into the next morning, searching the internet and dark web for anything scandalous or criminal that they could use as leverage against Reiss. What he found wasn’t good. Reiss had multiple governments running interference for his activities. For example, Zip discovered that Reiss was running a biological research lab in Wuhan, China, where he was researching how to make bat coronaviruses infectious in humans. Open and shut case, right? Except that the research was being funded by the United States Centre For Disease Control, which was prohibited from doing this kind of research on US soil.
It seemed obvious to Zip that the US Government was trying to weaponize animal viruses; but the CDC told Congress they were doing “gain-of-function research,” to be better prepared for cross-species viral outbreaks. The dark web was full of rumours about other biological weapons labs that Reiss was running in Ukraine and Saudi Arabia, but there was no hard evidence for anything. Lara frowned. Jonathan Reiss was a Noble Prize-winning scientist whose company donated millions of dollars to charity each year. If they were going to throw shade at Reiss’s character, they’d need more than circumstantial evidence and internet conspiracy theories.
Lara thanked Zip for his help and told him to go get some sleep. Then she turned her mind to the problem at hand. Plan A – finding dirt to blackmail Reiss with – clearly wasn’t going to work. That just left Plan B – get to the artifact first and trade it for her freedom. That would require a lot of hard work from her and Alistair, as well as misdirection. Lara was not so naïve to believe that she was the only person Reiss had searching for the artifact, so she needed to make sure that she didn’t tip Reiss off about its location, before she was ready to claim it for herself.
Having a plan of action left her feeling slightly better about her situation. Now, all she could do was wait for Reiss’s courier to arrive. Two days later, the doorbell rang. Lara ran past Winston to answer it. Standing at the grand front entrance to Croft Manor was a man dressed head-to-toe in black motorcycle leathers. He was wearing a full-faced black motorcycle helmet, and his tinted visor made it impossible to see his face. He handed Lara a flat rectangular box and walked back to his black sports bike. As he sped away, Lara made a mental note of the registration plate, but she doubted it would lead to much, since it would probably be cloned or stolen.
Lara walked back inside Croft Manor and closed the door. When she walked back into the main hall, Winston, Zip and Alistair were all waiting for her. They must have heard the doorbell and come to see if it was the package they had all been expecting. Good! It saved her the trouble of going to find them, since she wanted her team to get to work as quickly as possible. Time was of the essence, if they were going to beat Reiss to the artifact. Lara flicked out her folding knife and efficiently sliced through the brown packing tape holding the carboard box shut. Inside the box was a large shrink-wrapped book of some kind, a USB memory stick and an envelope addressed to her.
“Zip, take this USB and find out what’s on it.” Lara said, handing him the USB stick.
“I’ll plug it into a standalone computer and check it for viruses and spyware.” Zip said, as he walked upstairs towards his bedroom.
Lara nodded her approval of his plan and then handed the shrink-wrapped book to Alistair.
“Get to work on whatever that is. I’ll come in and check on you later.” Lara told him.
“Will do, boss!” Alistair said, before rushing off towards the library.
Lara opened the envelope addressed to her and read the short note inside:
“Dear Lara,
            The artifact I am seeking is called the Orb, which is said to be located inside the Luna Temple, built by Alexander the Great to house his most prized treasures. After his death, the location of Alexander’s Temple was lost. It has remained undiscovered to this day. Find the Luna Temple and you will find the Orb.
            As a sign of goodwill, I am prepared to let you take public credit for discovering the Luna Temple, and keep any other treasures that you find inside. I only want the Orb. I regret that we couldn’t work together under more civilized circumstances, but it is my sincere hope that you will reconsider my offer of employment, once this current adventure has concluded. Either way, I give you my word that once I have the Orb, I will consider your obligation to me fulfilled.”
Lara stopped reading. So, all she had to do was find the Orb and give it to Reiss, and then he’d let her go? She immediately grew suspicious. There had to be more to it than that? She continued reading.
            “Regretfully, I must also remind you of the consequences of opposing me, either now or in the future. To that end, I have included copies of the photos and videos from your flight on my jet, which will be given to the media and posted on every porn site on the internet, if you attempt to break our agreement.”
Lara finished reading the letter and frowned. It was too much to hope that Reiss would sign his own blackmail letter. Lara re-read the letter and then froze. “Copies of the photos and videos…” The colour drained from Lara’s face, and she ran towards the library.
“My Lady, what’s wrong?” Winston called after her, while trying and failing to keep up.
Lara burst into the library to find Alistair gaping in open-mouthed astonishment at the unwrapped book in front of him. The hardcover white leather book resembled a wedding album in appearance. “Lady Lara Croft, 11^th Countess of Abingdon” was written on the front cover in embossed gold leaf, adding to its appearance as an innocent photo album. Its contents were anything but innocent. Inside the photobook, printed on the finest glossy photo paper, were almost a hundred double-sided pages of photographs taken during her mile-high gangbang – one per page.
Alistair had the book opened about halfway through. On the left page was an incredibly detailed high-resolution photo of a topless Lara Croft pushing her large breasts together around a thick penis, which was poking out from the tops of her deep cleavage, while two more penises were resting across the upper curves of her chest. The photo on the right page was almost identical, except that now the penises were slapping against her beautiful smiling face. Despite her nakedness, what Alistair found the most entrancing about the images was the beaming smile on Lara’s apparently willing face.
Alistair was so enthralled that he didn’t even hear Lara come running in. He turned the page, catching a glimpse of the next photo. Lara was facing the camera and smiling happily, jerking off two cocks aimed at her head, while a third cock impaled her asshole from below. Lara snatched the book away.
“Hey!” Alistair said angrily, before realizing he was talking to his boss.
Alistair felt instinctively guilty at having been caught looking at naughty pictures, but then he saw how red Lara’s cheeks were. He’d never seen her blushing or embarrassed before, and now he couldn’t help but imagine her naked and doing the freaky things he’d seen her doing in the photobook. Neither of them knew what to say, and they stood in awkward silence until Winston jogged into the room, breathing heavily.
“My Lady, what’s the matter?” Winston asked breathlessly.
“Nothing!” Lara said, giving Alistair a hard look that said, shut the fuck up if you know what’s good for you!
Lara tucked the book protectively under her arm.
“Stay here, both of you!” She shouted over her shoulder, as she ran out of the library.
Alistair stared longingly at the large white photobook tucked under Lara’s arm. He’d never wanted to possess anything so badly in his life! Lara ran into the great hall and up with wide staircase that led to the upper floors of Croft Manor. She took them two at a time and then sprinted down the corridor to Zip’s room. She tried to enter but the door was locked.
“Zip! Zip, open this door at once!” Lara shouted, banging insistently.
“Wait a minute!” Zip shouted through the door.
Lara waited, but the door didn’t open.
“Zip!” Lara shouted again, and resumed banging.
Inside the bedroom, Zip watched the file-transfer-bar progress towards 100%. After running an initial virus check on the USB stick, Zip checked its contents and saw that it contained about a dozen video files. When he opened a random file, he was treated to the unbelievable sight of his gorgeous boss, stark naked and smiling happily, while she was being double penetrated by two well-hung naked men. Realizing what he had, Zip immediately copied the files to a hidden folder on his laptop computer. The files had almost completed copying when Lara started knocking furiously at his bedroom door.
“Just a second! Almost there!” Zip said, as he saw the progress bar reach 100%.
Zip shut the video folder and maximized the previous virus scan screen. Then he rushed over to unlock the door. Lara burst through his bedroom door.
“Where’s the USB?” Lara demanded, looking uncharacteristically panicked.
“It’s in my laptop. I just finished running a virus scan.” Zip said.
“Have you looked at it yet?” Lara asked, and Zip saw the she was blushing bright red.
“No, I was just about to when you started knocking.” Zip lied.
Despite his best poker face, Zip felt certain that Lara wouldn’t believe him, but instead of arguing, she pushed past him and yanked the USB stick out of his laptop.
“Hey! You need to eject it first, or it can corrupt the files!” Zip protested.
Lara gave him a withering stare that told Zip she wasn’t in the mood to argue. Zip swallowed heavily. Lara pushed past him and ran back out into the corridor. Winston and Alistair had just reached the top of the stairs. Lara grabbed Alistair forcefully by the arm and frogmarched him towards one of the guest bedrooms.
“Winston, would you please give us a minute?” Lara asked sweetly.
“I…” Winston started to reply, before Lara slammed the door shut behind them, leaving a very confused Winston standing alone in the corridor.
Lara grabbed Alistair by the chest and shoved him backwards against the door. She slid her forearm under Alistair’s chin and pressed forward with her bodyweight, partially cutting off the air supply to Alistair’s throat.
“I know what you saw, and if you tell anyone, especially Zip, I’ll kill you!” Lara said, using her most threatening voice.
“I won’t tell anyone! I swear!” Zip croaked, struggling to breathe.
“Won’t tell them what, Alistair?” Lara repeated, pressing harder against his throat.
“I won’t tell them what I saw.” Alistair said.
“And what did you see?” Lara asked accusingly.
“I… I didn’t see anything.” Alistair answered.
Lara released her grip. Alistair bent forward, gasping and coughing.
“You’d better keep your mouth shut, Alistair. You’re a terrible liar, and I’ll know if you break your word.” Lara said.
It was true. Alistair couldn’t lie to save his life: anytime he tried, he started stuttering his words. Zip joked that Alistair would be in serious trouble when he got a serious girlfriend and had to answer the dreaded girlfriend questions: like, “does my butt look big in this?” or “do you think [insert female name] is prettier than me?” Even strait-laced Winston had laughed at that comment.
Alistair knew he should just leave the whole episode alone, but he couldn’t get the erotic images of Lara out of his head. He also knew Zip. Later that night, after Lara and Winston had gone to bed, Alistair crept across to Zip’s room and knocked on the door. Zip was a night-owl and Alistair knew that he’d still be up, gaming or surfing the web. Given their different backgrounds and interests, it was improbably that they had become best friends. A moment later, Zip answered the door.
“What’s up?” Zip asked.
Alistair pushed past him into Zip’s bedroom and shut the door.
“What is it with people barging into my bedroom today?” Zip asked.
“I know you made a copy. I want it.” Alistair said.
Zip’s face went blank. If Alistair’s tell that he was lying was that he started stuttering, Zip’s tell was that his face became emotionless. Winston and Lara hadn’t noticed, but Alistair did.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Zip lied.
“The USB Lara gave you. I know you Zip. You always make a copy.” Alistair said.
“What makes you think there was anything interesting on the USB” Zip asked, but he couldn’t stop himself from grinning slightly.
“It came in the same package as the book, so I can guess what was on it.” Alistair said.
“And what was in the book she gave you?” Zip asked.
“Lara made me promise not to say. She can be very intimidating when she wants to be.” Alistair explained.
Zip nodded. He’d seen Lara kill men while on tomb raiding missions. And not just with guns, but up close and personal with knives and other improvised weapons.
“Suppose I did make a copy. Why should I share it with you?” Zip asked.
“Because we’re best friends.” Alistair said. “And because if Lara finds out you kept a copy, being fired will be the least of your problems.”
“How would she find out?” Zip asked.
Alistair raised his eyebrows and shrugged.
“You wouldn’t!” Zip said.
Alistair smiled and shrugged again.
“Fine! But if Lara finds out, we’re both fucked!” Zip said.
He went back to his computer and plugged in a blank USB. He created a hidden folder and started copying the video files across.
“Was it good?” Alistair asked.
Zip looked over his shoulder and grinned.
“You have no idea!” Zip said emphatically.
When the files finished copying, Zip copied across several folders worth of Alistair’s archaeology research onto the USB, so that anyone who plugged it in – namely Lara – would assume that Alistair was just backing up his work. Then he told Alistair the password and how to access the hidden folder.
“Just make sure you go somewhere private and lock the door when you use that – or we’re both fucked!” Zip said, before handing the USB memory stick to Alistair.
“I will.” Alistair promised, and went back to his bedroom.

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