The Next Day

The next day, Angelina wheeled Lara out of the hospital out, the older brunette hag still dazed from all the **** in her system.

Lara had more brain damage and a slack jaw. She'd need to concentrate to keep her mouth shut, more like a slightly open pout due to her lips, and her tongue from lolling out like a dog. She couldn't use her arms or legs, even with Angelina's pills she'd not be up and walking until tomorrow.

Alicia and Emily were a little quiet. Noticeably so. Angelina could guess why. The two liked rough boyfriends who would wear themselves out on Lara before having softer fun with them.

Last night they saw how rough their current boyfriends could get and it was a little too close to what Zip did to his women.

Angelina was thinking about what she'd heard.

With all the surgeries, blood transfusions had been needed. And the three Maids were all very close, compatible matches for Lara Croft. Angelina already knew she had the same blood type as Alicia and Hayley thanks to an incident in Holland.

The other two were too focused on their relationship concerns to really think about their apparent shared compatibility. But Angelina was smart.

Lara... was possibly the mother of all six Croft Manor Maids.

SNORT Of course the whore was. Question was... did Croft hire them knowing they were her daughters?

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Tyra was waiting at Croft Manor when Lara arrived, with a message from her brothers. Lara would be taking Tyra on as a member of her staff, or they'd be back with some friends and wouldn't stop until they permanently crippled her. When Lara finished watching the video, which the brothers had recorded last night while holding up her **** body, Tyra spat in her face.

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Elsewhere, Zip's efforts to foist Lara's actions onto others was bearing fruit;

• Lola Kraft, known better as 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. She knew the meeting was going to go against her when the drink waiting for her was a pint glass full of piss. The Director and Producer were gleeful as they showed her a video she didn't remember making and telling her the next movie will be triple anal, going into a piss enema scene, and finally a twenty man blowbang until she can't hold the piss in her arse, ending in a big cum facial. Oh, and they were going to blow her lips up again.

• Candace Lewis, better known as Candi Loosely, the prime example of making all the wrong decisions, felt like she was losing her mind. The videos on her page... when did she do that?! When she went to ask her Agent... her Pimp, he just told her to stop performing for free, and he'd be taking a bigger cut of her earnings to make up for her independent performances.

• Cassandra Smith, or was she Sandi Smut? Cassandra got into porn for researching a crime novel, but Sandi called the publisher and found out that the one Cassandra knew was dead and nobody knew who she was. Sandi saw movies she didn't remember making, and when she went to see her research and story notes,  all Sandi found was more movies she didn't remember making and scripts for pornos, written by her. Sandi felt tears in her eyes, was there ever really a Cassandra Smith? Was she someone Sandi Smut made up?

• Cathy Sugar, her employee badge said Cougar Sweet, tried to ignore the movie playing on the big screen. A mature woman, she'd needed 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. And the movie playing was labelled as her return and her intention to have  some participants in future videos, brutes who would use her like the old whore she was. She stood up in the office of her immediate boss, an old schoolfriend of her son's, who leered at her with undisguised lust. It would seem... despite not remembering making the video... whether she liked it or not... Cougar Sweet was back.

• Laura Lancaster, aka Lori Bedfellow, watched the video of her getting her cunt ruined and slowly accepted that it really happened. She was strapped to a chair, and her creepy scientist neighbour watched his test subject receiving external stimuli. He made a note that his current formula made people's minds more malleable. Lori's super strength and toughness were excellent, but her now fragile mind meant the current mix was only good for henchmen, not a true conqueror or leader.

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Tyra stamped through the Manor. The racist bitch who coat her her job was now basically her bitch and ahe couldn't do anything with her!

Okay, she huffed. Seeing the video her brothers made and seeing the state she was in after a trip to the hospital did pretty well show the hag was in no fit state to do anything, but still!

She found the Maid's Quarters. Packing was being done. Switchover to the other threesome. Sneering as she started to move over to Alicia and Emily, the Black girl groped the arses of her brother's skanks.

Their arsecheeks were big and soft, they looked good in their short Maid skirts. Both of the White whores squealed, but didn't move away on seeing who was doing it.

"Since I can't play with the hag, you two will have to get me off." She commanded and neither Maid could manifest the will to defy her.