A New Day for Fucking

Marty couldn't keep Lord Croft in the dark any longer, not after what he'd seen.

<<Curious Pearl>>

That’s what they'd said while Amelia was giving birth. He was ashamed to admit, he was the one fucking her arse when her contractions started. And he hadn't stopped until he came on her face. Many acted similarly and Marty knew he'd been corrupted by them, let the appeal of a slutty woman seduce him from his job.

Some Monks, or Gurus, or whatever. Men from India in robes. They'd blown powder at Lady Croft and her newborn daughter.

<<Curious Pearl>>

What did it mean? He'd done enough investigating before entering the den of depravity to know that Lady Amelia Croft had been a chaste woman before meeting and marrying Lord Croft. Was... was the powder some ****? Did they intend to raise little Lara Croft to be just like her mother?

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Lara opened her eyes just in time to have a loud climax. Lurching forward and ending up on all fours, the Adventurer's heightened reflexes and senses took in her surroundings.

The private quarters of a whore?

Her face felt strange, her body felt strange. Stiffer in places, thicker in others. Her body was still tingling from an unexplained climax when she saw movement on a TV Screen. Some blonde fuckdoll. Wait... Lara froze, even as the vibrator in her cunt pulsed, that woman on the TV wasn't some plastic fuckmeat, it was-

Miss Piggy squealed in delight as she came again, at the same time as herself on the TV. Her head was sore, so she went in search of some jizz to snort. While inhaling the precious ballbatter, she found her phone and saw a text from Grandpa saying he was out for the day with his Daughter-in-Law Cumdumpster, Hayley.

Which meant... she could say hello to her neighbours!

She went looking around her flat, stopping to stare at the pictures chronicling her new sexual identity, rubbing her fat cunt and sucking on a thumb. In her sexual daze, she put together a pair of pink six inch heels with a pink t-shirt that said "i'm dumdum, gimme cumcum". The top was tight enough for her nipples to be outlined, and long enough to pass as a dress on a normal body. On Miss Piggy's plastic fuckdoll body, it covered a quarter of her arse and flashed her fat cunt whenever she moved.

Her make-up was slutty as she moved to the door. Still a little distracted, she wasn't expecting the shock when her hand touched the door handle.

"Owie!" The blonde fuckpig whined as she looked at her door. Then she saw a camera and a connected system. The camera, one on each side of the door, was activated when someone approached the door. And activated a shocker in the handle if the one trying to open  the door was a woman! Oh! This was... Miss Piggy pouted as she tried to use her tiny doll brain for something other than sex. "Perversion therapy! Conditioner response!" It was as close as she was going to get. Grinning, she got on her knees and the slut-door allowed her to leave.

A lot of doors she knocked were answered by women. Miss Piggy was amused to hear a lot of pained squeaks as they tried the handle and got shocked. The blonde fuckpig was squatting down, ready to greet the women when they crawled out the slut-door, or to suck a cock if a man answered the door.

The women all had dried cum all over them and any protestations they might have had to another woman joining them were silenced by the tongue of the plastic doll slut cleaning all the jizz off of them.

The men were happy to entertain such a dedicated fucksleeve, and she had a real positive effect on the women too they noted. Much less argumentative about their new position in the household.

She was thoroughly fucked by the time she'd met everyone she wanted to meet, so that meant going back to her place and cleaning up before she went out for more.

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Fleur hated when Lara was away from the Manor. Oh, there was a time when she loved when the British halfwit was off dangling her huge tits over some dusty tomb. That was what got her in trouble.

Ms. Delacroix rubbed her swollen cunt. Winston hadn't let her rest, he'd gone for hours! She never would've expected someone as old as him to be so...

In the past, when Lara was away Fleur would invite men and women  to her bed. She steadily got more adventurous until she was getting fucked in every room in the Manor. It was hot, until Winston found out.

Since that time, whenever Lara was away, Fleur had to be on the lookout or she'd be knocked to the floor and fucked. Or she'd be busy with a task and be bent over a table and fucked. Or summoned to be fucked. And Winston always liked to remind her why he had to do what she said. Liked to remind her that he's only giving a horny cunt what she wants.

English Bastard!

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There's an eerie quality to her surroundings. She's in the home of her Father-in-law, dressed smartly for once. But there's an odd quality to everything. Like her eyes are looking through the filter of a nearly worn out video cassette tape. Her movements are sometimes natural, then other times there is an unnatural cut and she's on the other side of the room.

"I c-can't keep doing this. Your son, my husband, is a good man and... and he's trying. Please, please stop..." on the TV Screen, left running after her early arrival, switches to a News Broadcast about Lara Croft, the Tomb Raider, meeting with local entrepreneurs to raise awareness of small businesses in the area.

Wait... that isn't what happened... he wasn't there when she arrived. She waited inside and the whole place stank of sex. It reminded her of all the times he bent her over and fucked her. How he pimped her out to his friends. She remembered that the day she married his son was the day she told him the baby growing inside her was his.

When he finally returned, he was crowing about some blonde fuckdoll and Hayley couldn't stop herself. She got on her knees and sucked him off, her plans to end it with him forgotten. On the TV Screen, which she'd been watching while she waited, a female News Reporter was covering a recent surge in popularity for the store Clothing the Dense, and was quickly stripped and put in slutwear live on television.

As she returned to consciousness, Hayley felt like some of who she was was melting away. Some part of her wondered how she'd withstood her husband for so long, he really was just so pathetic. Gingerly, she sat up and saw her Father-in-Law watching her, smiling. Oh she was feeling her cunt throb at that. And he looked happy to get to show her what she'd become.