Lara in bondage

“Where the hell am I?” Lara moaned as she awoke from her ****-induced sleep.
She tried to move her body, but found it impossible to do so.
As her body began to react to its surroundings, she understood why.
She had been strapped to some strange metal-device, consisting of two thick bars that were firmly attached to the ground.
Halfway up, the bars angled backwards, and a circular disc stood straight out, it was on this disc that Lara had been placed, the metal chilled the back of her naked buttocks.
Against her right buttock, she could feel a metal wheel, most probably used to fix the angle of the upper part of the bars.
Her back rested against the bars, which went on past her neck, and ended in a thinner bar, this one bending at its ends.
It was to the middle of this bar that Lara’s hands had been bound with a leather collar, and it was to the bent ends of it that her legs had been bound, leather collars placed around her ankles and the bar, pressing her naked skin against the cold metal.
Her legs had been spread so far apart that her crotch was fully exposed.
Someone had used this exposure to insert something into her cunt, Lara realized in horror.
Bending her head forwards as far as possible and looking down, Lara could see that it was some sort of fork-like metal object, a cylindrical part on top of a thin pole, and above the cylinder were two thinner poles, which were what had been inserted into her.
A set of lamps, seeming to constitute parts of a control panel, blinked ominously.
The room she was placed in was definitely a dungeon, Lara could quickly determine; faded yellow brick-walls, with barred archways was primarily what she could see of it.
On her right however, there was a barred wall, and beyond that she could see a stairway going up.
“Yes, where the hell are you, Lara Croft?” A gleeful voice crackled in a inter-com system.
“Enjoying yourself?” The voice continued, sounding as though it belonged to a female of Spanish descent. Ariel Franzone.
“You sick bitch! I’ll get you for this! You hear me!?” Lara screamed back at the ceiling.
“Calm down Lara Croft, that is no way for a Lady to speak.”
Lara decided to try to ignore the voice, not wanting Franzone to get the satisfaction of seeing her scream in anger.
“What, have you gone mute?” The voice continued. “Anyway, I should thank you for first being dumb enough to let my men get hold of your stone, and then being even dumber in coming here and saving me the trouble of tracking you down!”
Franzone broke out into a vicious, hysterical laughter, but soon continued.
“And the guard who captured you, a man by the name Javier, will now get his reward. You!”
A door was opened, and Lara turned her head to see the guard from the boathouse enter the room.
He was naked except for a pair of boots, and in his left hand he held a baton.
Javier’s cock hung semi-limp between his legs, but was quickly hardening as he rapidly approached Lara.