Nothing at all.

Continuing with her brainwashing he repeats his earlier motion, caressing her stomach before wrapping his hands under her to squeeze her bum. God, he had thought he'd somehow misjudged it before but no...it was actually that firm. Taking his time he groped her tight rump, sliding under her little pink panties, gradually prying his way deeper into her crack. Throwing caution to the wind he slides his fingers down through her crack, over her rosebud, and tickle across her taint before returning and lightly tapping on her anal entrance.

"I... I think it's working... Sir..." He had frozen when she spoke but he grinned when she finished.

"Good, pet. Good." He gave her rump a pat of approval as he pulled back his hands. He wafted some more smoke over her face, just to be sure she stayed right where she was now, and hooked his fingers into her panties, slowly pulling them down her long shapely legs. She looked absolutely mouthwatering as he slid back up her legs, squeezing her feet, calves, and thighs before returning to his favorite muscle as he rested himself on her legs. She looked down at him curiously yet with the same dazed, blank expression of earlier. That would be temporary, after a certain amount of exposure she wouldn't be able to flush the memory-blocking properties of the smoke so he didn't have to keep wafting her with it.

He lay inches from her pussy, which was unfortunately sporting quite the carpet. "Deal with that later..." he muttered, sliding up her body till he was looking down at her face-to-face.

"Legs feel better?" he asked with faux-sympathy.

"Yes Sir. Thank you." She smiled dreamily up at him.

"How about that head?" He laid his hand down on her cheek.

"Better with your hand Sir..." Wow, this stuff works like a charm.

"I think the problem are these binds." he said, flicking her shirt.

"Are you sure Sir? My chest feels fine..."

"You remember how terrible you felt when I first brought you down?" She frowned and gave a hesitant nod. "Well, I took off one layer and didn't you feel better?" She gave another nod. "I took off another layer and laid my hands on you to make you feel even better." She nodded more certainly. "So, if we take off all of your layers and I rub myself all over you then you will feel best won't you." Lara's face broke into a smile as this wonderful man explained how he would cure her of her pain. "For this, I'll need you to take them off and willingly present yourself to me."

"Yes Sir" She tried to sit up but barely managed to raise her head, the smoke deadening her muscles. After the third try, with help from her Protector she managed to flop forward in an approximation of sitting. The great man then pulled her back into his lap, so that she was leaning back against his chest. He was so nice and warm... With a kind of haphazard determination she set about removing her shirt, which she accomplished again with the mans help. Her man. She felt shivers run down her spine in spite of her numbed state. Frowning down at the bra she vaguely remembered there was a trick here... after several vain attempts she looks up pleadingly.

"Do you need help?" She nodded demurely. "Alright. I will help you, on one condition." She looked up, surprised. "I will remove your final layer and free you of your pain if you call me 'Master' from now on." Her face broke into a smile and she nuzzled against his chest.

"Yes... Master." The word had no bearing on Lara's former life and brought none of the nasty grey muck from her memories whenever she tried to access them. It was perfect for her man. Her Master.

Lara's master almost fucked her senseless right then and there. Just a few minutes ago (A few minutes!) she had been screaming for release. Now she was nuzzled up against him, calling him master and begging for his help. Speaking of which- "Ah yes, my pet. I will free you." She had indeed been begging, letting out a long string of requests punctuated by 'Please Master'.

Reaching further around her back he found the clasp and snapped it, freeing her globes. He held her at arms length, sizing her up as the bra fell away. She was surprisingly well endowed from what he was expecting, that sports-bra hid a lot. Each was a solid handful, which he reverently confirmed reaching out and palming her left breast, eliciting a contented hum. He carefully laid her back on the sand of the cave, eyeing her hungrily. That feral glint that Lara had been so afraid of before gave rise to no such feelings now, only a pleasant warmth spreading from her cheeks and through her body.

Master wanted her.