Cleaned up and Interviewed

Angelina was scrolling social media when she saw the pictures tagged in connection to Croft's dogfood. Much as she disliked the brainless hag, her parent's Dalmatian loved it.

Lara was looking a mess; pieces of dogfood stuck to her face and there was bruising around her neck. Tutting in amused disgust, Angelina reposted them and was even able to catch Lara eating her breakfast on video and share it.

~"Celebrity" News- The bestselling brand of dogfood has it's owner's personal seal of approval!~

Chuckling at Lara's pathetic existence, Angelina put a collar around Lara's neck, attached the leash, and walked her like a dog to the bathroom and pulled the older woman's enormous tits out of her swimsuit top.

The Maid pulled on the nipple piercings and twisted. Angelina didn't have time to really lay into the hag of Croft Manor, so she stopped when Lara showed she was more lucid and kicked her cunt before calling Alicia and Emily to take care of tidying the old whore up.

Alicia saw Lara's sorry state and shared a quick, scared look with Emily. The Maids all knew to stay the fuck away from Zip. There was an old story about him fucking one of the old Maids or Cooks so bad he put her in a coma. The story goes tgat he still visits her, mostly to fuck her comatose body some more.

"Aw, need some help after a bit of BBC?" They wouldn't let Lara know their fear, the hag might try to use it against them, considering how many young women they'd seen her serve up to Zip. "You'll be getting more of that from our boyfriends tonight Lady Croft." Tyrese and Tyrone weren't the athletes the pair normally went after. They were part of a Rapper's Entourage, meeting when Lara was "entertaining" the Rapper after stealing some incriminating photos for him.

The Maids were pretty sure the two tall Black brothers were real criminals.

The pair worked in synch to clean their "employer" up and straighten her outfit. They slapped her tits before pushing them back into her outfit.

Getting her back on her feet, they removed the leash, but forgot the collar. It helped cover her bruised neck, but mostly they just liked her walking around with it on, the tag saying DUMB CUNT was funny as hell. And accurate.

"Let's put some colour in your cheeks." They offered, before slapping her across the face, hard. Lara gasped and wobbled on her heels, but didn't try to stop the next slap, or the next.

Alicia and Emily took turns. Switching hands and cheeks. Then making her rest her hands on the sink while they "put some colour" in her other cheeks. From her new position, she could see the slapping had put some colour back in her face. Mewling as the spanking continued, she tried to remember who she was meeting. A Texan, she thought. He liked collecting artefacts of the indigenous peoples of America.

~

Lola Kraft, performer name Lolly Kox-Swallows, always regretted her Tomb Raider Parodies. What had been an innocent bit of lewd fun had seen her railroaded towards nastier sex as the real Lara Croft became a plastic whore.

The email said it would all disappear. Almost right after reading the email, a letter came through the door. She had a booking at a spa and a series of surgeries booked to restore her more natural appearance. A new home far from her label was waiting for her afterwards.

Lola would never have to film another scene of getting dunked in a toilet, never have to gargle another pint of piss unless she wanted to.

~

Lara winced on her bike, her arse was glowing red from the spanking and it left her feeling very tender whenever she sat. She took a few more shots of the redhead's brunch spot and made some notes.

Owner is in debt and has several sexual harassment convictions that he hasn't declared. Could be approached by "a fellow man" or a generous benefactor and give the desired privacy...

"Excuse me... can I get your autograph? And a selfie?" Lara's face broke out into a wide smile. A fan! She happily put her name into the man's autograph book and pawed at him for the picture. He promised to tag her when he posted it.

Checking the time, she needed to go if she wanted to be on time.

~

Candace Lewis, performer name Candi Loosely, packed her bags to get out of town. A life of being the prime example of making all the wrong decisions was coming to an end. She had already changed her hair and she was going to get a tan in the Mediterranean while searching for a husband.

No more porn. No more pimps. No more blowbangs.

~

She met with Mr. Lawton at a steakhouse he said was the closest England has gotten to authentic Texas cooking. He was younger than her, but not by much. He leered at their server, a Black woman with an accent. When he saw her though, he seemed to be looking certain things.

Which he was. The bruising hidden under makeup, the wincing from aches caused by rough handling.

As they ate, he explained he wanted her to obtain a black stone figure, some sort of fertility god. But when they got to the details of the extraction, he opened his phone and showed her a video. It was her, with the Jade Statue in her cunt. She winced, the footage wasn't from any of the same angles as the ones she'd seen earlier.

"Nobu... He says it was your idea? I mean, just want to check." Lara blushed and nodded. Lawton laughed loudly, causing some diners to look over and realise who the loud man was eating with. "He might be a nigger, but he knows how to treat a cunt." Their server flinched and looked at Lara, as if the young Black woman was asking her to say something. Lara gestured her to come to her, then pulled her into a kiss and undid most of the woman's shirt buttons.

Ha! The dyke was kissing back, Lara thought to herself.

"He is the one paying... nigger... maybe think about doing something worth a tip?" Lara tilted her head and watched the server flee the table. She then turned to Mr. Lawton, who was smiling... Proudly at her? Lara herself didn't much care about race, but she'd learned in her time working for underworld types to just adopt their views for the duration of a contract.

"To answer your question... Yes, it was my idea. I needed a non-violent method to keep... keep the fucking Chinks off of our deal. What does this have to do with your statue?"

"When you get it, and bring it to me... I want you to deliver it in your cunt. Then I'll fuck you in your fat ass like you love." Lara blushed. She fucked all her employers lately, even dressed up how they liked. But... to knowingly stretch her cunt to breaking point, without the threat of discovery.... Why was it turning her on? It wasn't even being requested as a Bonus! He wasn't offering extra, he actually was expecting her to break her cunt as a standard part of her service.

"I... think I can arrange for that. You have my numbers and address, send me the rest of the details and I'll give you a timeframe. Now, dessert? Or do want to go hunt down some hot chocolate?"

~

Cassandra Smith, performer name Sandi Smut, got into porn for researching a crime novel. But the budding writer's publisher refused to publish a smut peddler. Thankfully, the email explaining what'd been done in regards to her content had also mentioned the publisher who blacklisted her had died and nobody else could identify her in the publishing circles.

She had her research and plenty more to write about. Maybe she'd name one of her characters after her surprise benefactor.

~

Mr. Lawton looked at Lara. For an over-the-hill hag, she was still worth a few fucks. And she seemed oblivious to the Collar with the tag saying DUMB CUNT  around her neck. Maybe he should fuck her cunt before he has her destroy it for him. But then he saw the nigger walking back, tears in her eyes and her blouse still undone. Flanked by two musclehead nigger bastards. Cunt had brought friends.

"These your brothers, nig-" one of the Black men swung and dropped Lawton with one blow.

"Yes, actually." The girl said. She looked angry, but more confident as she turned to Lara. "Ms. Croft, my name's Tyra, these are my brothers Tyrone and Tyrese." Lara recognised them.

"You work for Dizzy Drive-By." The brothers looked surprised she recognised them. "Your... hos are bringing you over to mine tonight?" Tyra looked angry. The bitch was supposed to be a racist hag cunt, why weren't her brothers breaking this bitch?!

"Bitch, why's you calling our sis a nigger when we sees you taking Dizzy like a real BBC whore?" Lara grinned.

"Well isn't she?" That got the three staring, Lara got out of her chair and kissed Tyra again, this time fondling the Black girl's tits. "You both have money, you're on the up. I know, because Dizzy told me so. Now look at her," Lara got behind Tyra, letting the girl's tits fall out of her blouse. "She still has an accent, she works as a waitress... a waitress at a restaurant that's got a majority White customer base and a bunch of Southern Boy larpers. A restaurant that has an exclusively White Management and an exclusively Black serving staff.

"Hate to tell you fine, upstanding Black Kings, but your sister is a nigger. A wannabe porch-monkey looking for a White Man to call Massa." Lara was having fun. While Mr. Lawton, slowly recovering from the blow he took, didnt look happy with how respectfully she was addressing Tyrone and Tyrese, he seemed very interested in how she was treating and describing Tyra. Wasn't often she got to bully a girl so overtly. Last was her cook. Before Zip got really horny that day.

Fucking weak French cunt.

Tyra was on the verge of tears. That wasn't true! She was a proud Black Woman. Just because she didn't want to be a criminal or some rapper's twerk slut didn't mean what... what this racist bitch was saying.

But her brothers were looking at her like they had just had a revelation. No!

"Boys... I'll see you both tonight. And when my Maids say 'be rough with her' they are being truthful. Tyra," Lara cupped the wet, leaking snatch of a BWC Slut and nibbled her ear, "maybe you should stay with Mr. Lawton and take care of him?" Tyra felt her world collapse as her brothers nodded along with Lara. Finally, she looked over at Mr. Lawton and saw the wicked look in his eyes. She nodded her head. "There, that's a good nigger whore." Lara whispered, her fingers pushing Tyra over the edge and into a loud, humiliating orgasm, right in front of her brothers and Mr. Lawton.

~

Cathy Sugar, performer name Cougar Sweet, reread her email then went to check her accounts. She could no longer sign-in to any of the web accounts she'd ran for her content. A mature woman, she'd needed the money after her Husband's ****. She'd mostly done Solo and Public Solo, with a mix of self-humiliation play and supportive motherly dialogue. Her new job at an office her son owned had allowed her to retire, but there'd always been the concern she'd be discovered.

But sure enough, after searching the web again, she found all her old videos, but with a while other face on them.

She didn't know why someone would pay her to go along with it, why someone would want to have that content retroactively credited to someone else.

And she didn't care.

She was free of a potential humiliation and got some extra money out of it too.

~

Back doing surveillance on Zip's Ex, Lara caught the redhead rushing away from an office. Pulling out her camera, she snapped the redhead running and dropping a stack of files. She picked them up in a rush and Lara walked over to pick up the remaining ones. She quickly tucked them into her bag when security personnel rushed by.

The files were from a hush hush **** trial, she recognised some of the names.

... she's underdeveloped as a Spy, overdeveloped righteousness. Aspiring to be a high-profile whistleblower before she's even able to call herself a Doctor. Pictures and Missing Files should be enough to have her expelled and lose any chance of finishing her education. Could call her with it to **** a meeting or give to authorities or interested parties to put her in a more... Agreeable position.

Her phone buzzed and it was a series of pictures from Mr. Lawton. Back at his hotel room, he had Tyra, naked, with cum on her face. Pictures of Tyra sucking and fucking Mr. Lawton everywhere he wanted, followed by a clip of him pissing in the young Black girl's mouth.

The last videos were less focused on the sexual act, but maybe the ones that were the most intense. The girl quitting her job, terminating her lease, closing her accounts. The girl was tearing up while saying it all, Mr. Lawton's cock resting against her mouth throughout. Lara had helped Mr. Lawton humiliate, fuck, and ruin that girl.

She shook her head. No, it wasn't her fault the girl was a slut for BWC.

~

Laura Lancaster, performer name Lori Bedfellow, looked again at her computer and at the brick wall she'd just punched a hole into.

The creepy scientist next door had injected her with something and now she had super strength and toughness. Pretty handy. She'd been thinking it would let her do more videos and earn enough to leave.

But then her slate was suddenly clean. Debt gone and history of porn passed onto another.

What was a girl with superpowers to do?

~

Alicia and Emily weren't happy with Lara. When Tyrese and Tyrone showed up ahead of Lady Croft, they seemed happy, chill, and not as rough as they usually acted. The story they told didn't help. Lara got to not only use the n-word, she got to serve up a Black girl to some racist White guy?

If they'd thought more on it, they could've just pushed their boyfriends to be really rough, like they'd originally planned. But because they wanted to punish their "Employer" for daring to score a win... they introduced Tyrone and Tyrese to Zip.

"Damn, this whore is better than her videos. Fuck, 'rese, squeeze her throat again! Fuuuuck!" While the brothers were double-teaming Lara. Alicia had her face buried in Zip's arse, his strong grip keeping her there so she'd keep rimming him.

Emily had Zip's nuts in her mouth while he jerked his cock above her face.

All three White girls were leaking cum from every hole, their pale skin liberally decorated with bruises. Alicia had two black eyes, Lara had one, and Emily had a broken nose.

The three of them would be begging Angelina for some Pink Pills in the morning.