Speak up Lara

Petunia Padgett left her niece a wet and useless mess before she returned to her own affairs. The videos sent to her of Lara's "employee induction" were very pleasing to the Mature Domina. The Lady Croft really did look her best beneath the foot of those who would mistreat her.

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Maxine arrived at Remingtion Senior's Office dressed like a Sexretary from a Porno. The glasses looked excessivelyfake and with the extensions making her pink bobcut into a shoulder-length mane tied in a bun, she hoped she looked different enough to not be recognised.

James Remington looked amused at her appearance and she fought down her anger and frustration. She didnt bother requesting her close the blinds. Either he would, or he wouldn't. Asking just made them want to make her twist and squirm more.

She took off the top and the skirt to show her naked body. She kept the heels on. Two steps then getting on hands and knees to crawl under his desk. Sje sucked him off woth her bare arse to the door. People entered and talked and left.

She'd done that and so much more during her "meeting" with Remington Senior. She'd thought giving him what he wants would make it easier, but he'd been able to use that on her. Solving her problems with her cunt? Sucking and fucking as a hello when they've not even discussed.

She was hopeful though. "Queen Trixie" was flippantly casting her aside. As much as the bitch was an influential figure, James Remington Senior was more so. And in her service, she'd picked up on enough to be able to drop hints to her new blackmailer about her old blackmailer. Soon, she hoped, she'd be using her younger body to become the Head Servant of James' Blackmailed Bitches. She'd get to boss Trixie around.

Was hopeful

"-and I think you'll have to wear Maid Uniform No. 5 while serving us dinner, James is an ass man apparently. Which reminds me, remember to clean your asshole out and wear one of the vibrating plugs, and do give Mr. Remington the remote."

The blackmailing bitch was dating the blackmailing bastard!

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The sun had set and Mrs. Padgett was waiting for Lara at the bench she'd told the masochistic moron to meet her at. The older woman took her Fish Supper, a rare treat for her, and set it next to herself, leaving no room on the bench for the Tomb Raider, who took the hint and knelt in front of her Mistress. She looked over her new toy while dipping a chip in some curry sauce.

She'd chosen the outfit for Lara; fake-tanned and caked on make-up to make her lips look blown up. Hair dyed blonde with pink tip and then done into corn rows. Pink Burberry pattern sports bra with bubblegum pink skintight jogging bottoms. A huge white "boyfriend's" tracksuit jacket that went past her arsecheeks. White trainers with pink laces. Huge fake gold hoop earrings and a pair of visor-like pink sunglasses.

While earning the food from the chippie, the greasy fat man tore the crotch of her bottoms, so it was only by zipping up the jacket and wearing it like a short dress that Lara didn't expose her wet, bare cunt.

"I don't often order a fish supper for myself, it all goes to my arse. How did it feel Lara?" Lara squirmed in front of Mrs. Padgett, which made the impatient woman slap her. "Speak, whore!" She commanded.

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"Thirteen men just used me. The owner was the only one who fucked me, but the others treated my throat like a sex toy." Lara answered, opening the jacket and showing all the cumstains all over her body. She opened her legs wider to show her fucked cunt. The Tomb Raider rubbed at it and began rocking.

"They didn't ask my name, just called me whore, bitch, slut, dumb cunt..." her rubbing became more intense. "It... felt... right! ahhn!" Petunia nearly choked on her Fish Supper. The dumb whore was cumming from being dehumanised by some greasy teens and a fat bastard from a Council Estate?

"And what do you think of your new job with Mr. Wyatt?" Mrs. Padgett had seen the video, she knew how much Lara Croft had enjoyed her "job interview".

"When... Jimmy showed you the... the proof of what I was..." Lara fell forward, still rubbing at her squirting cunt, "they were blackmailing me. I did what they wanted, or Jimmy would show the world what I am." She began kissing the tip of one of Mrs. Padgett's shoes. The older woman sneered and lifted her foot up to rest the sole of her shoe on Lara's face. The Tomb Raider licked the dirt off her shoe!

"Mr. Wyatt... the Club... working at the Yawning Pony... the Lori Kraft Performance and costume... I will be discovered. I will be found out. And that... makes me... cumming!" She shrieked and squirmed and squirted and slobbered.

"You really are the most pathetic cumdump to ever live Lady Croft, I really can't believe this hasn't happened sooner." Mrs. Padgett declared, pushing her leg forward and sending Lara backwards.

Mrs. Padgett rose with her leg's forward movement, until Lara was on her back and Petunia was stepping on the younger woman's face. She pushed down and sneered at the happy groaning of her toy.

She withdrew her foot and sank down, straddled Lady Croft's face, making sure to keep her pussy away from Lara's tongue. The Tomb Raider would have to eat out Mrs. Padgett's arse.

The older woman rocked back and forth, enjoying the dutiful tongue of her toy. A toy she had no intention of freeing. Other toys she finished with and sold or gifted to others. But Lara... Lara Croft would be hers.

She enjoyed the ardent licking and chuckled as Lara fingered herself to the taste of Petunia's arse. The Mature Domina eyed the CCTV, glad that her family owned them. This latest performance needed to be immortalised in film.