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~Latest Gossip is that Old and Past-It Lara Croft wanted to show the world she was still around by getting club-goers in London to give her a pity gangfuck~

Miles shook his head as he turned of the radio. He used to think it was an honour to drive for Lady Croft. She'd been the Tomb Raider. Saved the World. But those days were long gone. He wasn't completely sure he believed the Celeb Gossip on the Radio, they'd been wrong before.

But when Lady Croft slid into the back and mumbled for him to drive her home, he could see the cum-stains, see the way she was wiggling in her seat. He had to know.

"Miles? This isn't the right turn, why are we stopping? M-MILES?!" Her confusion and surprise stopped when he pulled her from the seat and threw her against a bin.

"Good Lord! Lady Croft, what have you done to your cunt?" Lara blushed with shame, her poor pussy still hadn't closed from being used to hide that bloody Jade Statue. "And just how many men were still standing after you drained their balls with this arse?"

Before she could say anything, he slapped her still exposed arse and she tripped on her own feet. Her legs swung out and she fell. Only to cry out in pain as she had inadvertently just landed cunt-first on a traffic cone. The orange plastic traffic tool met no resistance and simply entered her so deeply it's shape pushed out her tummy. Miles began laughing and decided he couldn't take her any further without leaving a mark. While Lara struggled to get her legs under her and lift herself off of the cone, Miles grabbed her by the back of the head and started fucking her throat. Her gagging and the way her throat gripped his shaft made him wonder just how much this Brunette Brit Noble had whored herself out.

He pulled out his phone and started taking pictures, Lara too hazy from the humiliation didn't realise how much letting people have proof of her behaviour could hurt her. She sagged from lack of air and nearly passed out, saved by a text to MIles from her Butler.

He stepped back, and took a few more pictures of her with the traffic cone still buried in her cunt and jizz leaking out of her well-used arse.

“Up you get slag, don't think you want to be napping here.” he said, any respect for his employer long gone. Once she was standing, he kicked her in the direction of the car and let her crawl in after she knocked herself on her backside from hitting her head of the roof of the car.

Lara stayed silent for the journey, nodding off briefly before waking with a start and staring at her body like she's surprised by herself. In the times she's awake and lucid, her mind pondered the depths to which she had sunk. On arriving home, he hosed her down in the garage before she went into the more occupied parts of her home. The other staff seeing a soaking wet Lara was only slightly less humiliating than her previous state.

After washing herself as best she could in her private room, she returned downstairs to grab some more sleeping pills from her study. She was greeted by her Butler, who'd been busy with other affairs and hadn’t heard the commotion of her arrival in a wet and bedraggled state.

“Have you had a good evening my dear?” he said softly, expectantly.