A Butler's Evaluation

~Latest Gossip is that Old and Past-It Lara Croft wanted to show the world she was still around by getting club-goers in London to give her a pity gangfuck~

Winston sighed and turned off his radio. The Countess of Abbingdon was turning out to be less like a real Croft and more like the late Lord Richard's whore DeMornay.

"Lady" Amelia was pitiful. A pathetic, needy little whore that offered her holes after he'd finished fucking her to get him to keep quiet about her behavior.

Ah... Lara had shown promise. She became the Tomb Raider, she saved the World! But it seemed that as soon as she entered her thirties... she refused to enter academia. She kept on adventuring, even when the ones hiring her became less respected, less glamorous, less legal.

~Latest Gossip News! Dried up slag Lady Croft left her gangbang pityfuck to cycle through London on a sextoy! I... I didn't think it was possible, but well done Lara! You've shattered all our expectations of how low you can go.~

No. No! This, this was... This was below even Amelia. The girl... No... The unrepentant whore was not-

He was interrupted by a phonecall. Police informing him that a car registered to Lara had been found in a crash. His hopes that Lara was inside were dashed quickly. As best they could surmise, Miles the Driver had gotten drunk, as they had CCTV of him on a pubcrawl, and crashed the car on hi own. Winston looked to the Manor phone and found a message from Miles, bragging about quitting... And taking the money from the sale of the statue! So they were down a car, a driver, a Jade Statue stolen from the Chinese Government, had a figurehead for their whole operation destroying any illusion of her being just a little dodgy and ****, and had no money coming in from the most recent illegal and costly insertion and extraction from China.

Something had to change.

~

It was still dark when she arrived, and she needed to be buzzed in since she didn't have her keys. It meant she had to go as Is to the main hall to meet her Butler instead of avoiding him till morning like she had planned. His eyes narrowed and she dropped to her knees before crawling over to him.

"Have you had a good evening, my dear?" Winston asked softly, expectantly. Lara felt her heart sink and opened her mouth to respond when she felt a slap but her across her face. "Scratch that, I don't care. You left with a valuable item and return late, with no money and TV, Radio, and Social Media all talking about the biggest skank since the Whore of Babylon!" She fell back and ended up flat on her back, humiliation and shock robbing her of skill and strength.

"Nobu p-paid for the Statue. There was some... difficutlty with some Chinese Government Agents, but I was able to keep them from reclaiming their property." Winston chuckled and reached into his pocket to throw her the pills she thought she could hide. Pills she bragged about on video tonight. Restorative stuff that fixed a person up overnight. Mildly addictive too. Winston wanted his former employer live long enough to live a miserable life without him.

"It is well past your bedtime Lara, I believe we talked about appropriate sleepwear. So long as you **** me to pay the staff, you will dress in what I approve. And what is appropriate sleepwear?" He asked, causing the piss and cum-stained whore to wince in her ruined dress.

"Th-the p-pink crotchless p-panties and Playboy pasties... so you c-can check the wetness of my stupid leaky p-pussy, and So I c-can feel the weight of the money I w-wasted on my stupid whore-melons." Lara would have cried if the high from the pills wasn't kicking in. Her poor pussy was a gaping ruin from the statue and traffic cone.

"Stay." Lara felt the high from the pills burn away her spine, her will to fight, and she stayed in the ground, on her back. Winston nudged her legs open and when he saw the state of her poor, abused, cunt... "Good Lord, Lara! What have you done to your cunt?" Feeling tears of shame fill her eyes, she began to explain, but was interrupted by Winston pressing His shoe down against her swollen, bruised, pussy. "Keep going Lara."

As she recounted her woeful adventure, Winston wiped his show on her cunt before pushing the tie into her. He slowly fucked her, amused at how easy it was and how quickly she started to fuck back. Maybe if she wasn't almost of it, she'd have noticed he never called her by her title or with any level of respect. No Miss, Croft, Lady, or Countess.

"Go to bed, Lara, I won't be here in the morning. You've managed to be a bigger whore than your own Mother and I will not remain."

Lara, too blissed out from the **** and her recent orgasm on Winston's shoe didn't fully grasp what her Butler said until the next morning, when the Maids who were no longer being paid by Winston woke her.