Enough is enough

As you unshackle Jessica she falls down like a ragdol and you catch her in your arms. You look down at this angel, her face streaked with tears, sweat, saliva. Her short brown, like chestnut, hair is messed up and stuck to her forehead, giving her an adorable, **** appearance. Her lips, wrapped around the plastic ball, are pink and swollen, begging to be freed.

You smile, feeling a surge of satisfaction. You've claimed her, marked her as yours forever. Yes, now with lust being temporarily satiated, there is a tiny bit of pity but it is overshadowed by the pleasure you felt while breaking her. After all, she isn't even truly real. Whip marks are all over her body, her thighs are layered with cum and blood. She looks like a ravaged angel.

As you carefully remove her gag with one hand (while the other holds her limp body by the waist), you lean down and kiss her unresponsive lips. First gentle thing you have done to her. She is still in her deep sleep, which must be an effect of the cinematic universe, and mumbles something incoherent. Her white, pearl-like, teeth are visible between her slightly parted lips reminding you that it is the only hole not taken yet.

You smirk and leave Jessica on the ground, **** and used, cute and hot, innocent and fucked. It feels good being a villain. It feels even better knowing that this is just the beginning of what awaits Jessica in your twisted fantasies. "You are so unlucky, girl. Well, I'll get bored eventually, and then... I dunno... maybe I'll erase your memory or rewind time or something. Now rest. Rest well, my little cumdumpster. I have many ideas"

And with that, after putting the robe on, you leave the room, closing the door behind you and leaving Jessica alone... Her awakening won't be pleasant. But for now, she sleeps soundly, unaware of anything.

As soon as you open the door, you meet the henchman you met earlier. "Oh, boss! You are done. I didn't want to interrupt your fun with this cutie. That redheaded bitch returned with the tiara. I told her to wait for you in your office."

You immediately know who it is, the third of the triplets. As if you didn't have a ton of sex already, you rush to your office (again, you somehow know where she is), and sure, just as you expected: It is her, Tarra Croft, a redhead copy of Lara, sitting on what must be your chair and wearing a leather top and a pair of tight jeans that show off her long legs. She has a golden tiara on your desk and looks rather bored.

"You, in a robe? How disrespectful!" She smiles, her voice being flirty and slightly mocking. "I brought the tiara and waiting for my payment," as she said this, she stood up, making her huge breasts jiggle in the most delicious way. This size... she is easily the largest among your daughters. Even if you knew what you were supposed to pay or what this tiara actually is, it wouldn't concern you. You want her and you want her now. The only question is how.