The Day After

The next day, Angelina wheeled Lara out of the hospital out, amd two nurses were pushing Emily and Alicia. The two Maids were trying to formulate a way to break things off with their boyfriends, who were looking too friendly with Zip for their comfort at the time the three women were taken to the Hospital.

It was alright when they could throw Lara at sadists and then have some rough vanilla, but Zip was never vanilla. And if Zip nudged them any further... neither would Tyrese or Tyrone.

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.

Angelina was thinking about what she'd heard.

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

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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Mr. Lawton had left a message for Lara. He wasn't happy about getting assaulted during a meeting with her, but he was happy about taking Tyra back to America with him.

The girl in question could be heard in the background, sucking Mr. Lawton's cock.

So... he was still hiring her, the information was in an email, but he was only paying half what they originally agreed on.

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Winston looked over his luggage. Most of what he intended to take was boxed for pickup, leaving just what he'd be leaving with and what would be collected when he called the repo men. He sneered, he'd be sure to instruct the men to take their payment from Lara's broken holes.

A more pressing matter lay in the stacks of recordings. The red stack was of Lara, the blue stack was of Lara's whore mother, Amelia.

He could keep them. He could sell them. Or...

Five minutes later, he was in Zip's computer room. The Black man was looking over some videos he'd made himself last night. Lara was black and blue, speared by three massive Big Black Cocks. The computer specialist eyed the stacks warily as Winston presented them.

"These may be useful. Provided you keep my face out of it." Zip gaped as two monitors played a video each, one from each bundle.

"Huh, and here I thought her thinking with her cunt was from me **** her so much she went braindead. She's just got whore in her blood." Zip was looking amused and disappointed. Winston remembered Fleur, remembered the pride in Zip's voice whenever he came back from visiting the comatose Frenchwoman. The Black bastard really wanted to be the reason Lara Croft was how she was.

Whatever. He was done.

He had better things to do than babysit and pay for a brainless bint. And tighter sluts to fuck.

"Also... I would suggest fingerprint and facial/ocular scans for the next security overhaul, if you stay on. Lara's recent visit to the hospital... has further reduced her mental capabilities, i doubtshe has the mental capacity to remember complex security passwords and questions. " Zip chuckled darkly at that.

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Lara got a tissue to wipe the saliva off of her tits while she tried to remember her password for her laptop. With some hard thought, she finally got it and went back onto social media.

She met a fan yesterday and he'd promised to tag her when he posted the selfie they took together. It was so nice having fans, people that liked you.

It didn't take long. The post not only had her tagged, it was trending! There she was, with the rather tubby and hairy fan now she looked at him properly. And there she was, rubbing a hand over his hairy chest. She noticed the collar and realised she'd gone to the interview yesterday with DUMB CUNT hanging from her neck!

• Check it out, met a walking toilet out on the town today! @Tomb_Raided #dumbcunt #pissmop

Lara scrolled down and found... material.

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BREAKING NEWS! In the last twenty-four hours, a lot of perverts have been White Knighting the used up skank that used to be the Legendary Tomb Raider.Years of "Classic Porn" showing she's not just a slut, she's a whore. Different camps on the matter have spoken on it. Porn perverted her, porn has been her rock in private and now she wants people to know.

Lara was crawling into the bathroom, her tongue hanging out as she whined like a puppy. The man waiting for her spent a few minutes skullfucking her, before dragging her to the toilet and dunking her headfirstwhile he pounded her arse.

Lara saw pictures and videos of sex acts that were not new to her, but she didn't recall doing them with the people she was with in the images.

Lara was surrounded on all sides and covered in jizz. Suddenly, a dozen yellow streams hit her face and she opened wide to swallow as much of the men's piss as she could.

And it got worse when the next link showed someone she recognised.

Guess what? Her behaviour is genetic, because new videos have been leaked of videos showing Lady Croft's mother being a cheating slut!

The video was homemade, but decent quality. She recognised the furniture. She also recognised the cock, but Winston's face never made it into frame. He was fucking Lara's mother. Amelia was clearly pregnant, her tits were leaking milk, and she was fucking someone who wasn't her husband in Croft Manor!

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"This is a disaster!" An Official in the Chinese Government read the report on Lady Croft the Tomb Raider, where it declared she was little more than a **** whore now, humping old adversaries to reminisce over past glories. The three Agents they'd sent were in the Office with the Official, along with a woman who was remarkably similar to the woman on the TV screen.

Amelia Croft had survived. Not only that, but in the years since she'd been reported missing, presumed dead, she had not aged. She looked younger than her daughter!

The Chinese had found her in Tibet, working as a whore. This was shortly before Lara's career nose-dived. Amelia explained, between suckings and fuckingd, what had happened to her, but nothing so far had yielded a way to replicate her vitality.

So they chose tonleave her be. Keep an eye on her, and use her if Lara Croft ever tried tonmeddle on Chinese affairs, counting on the shame it would bring the Crofts and the British.

That idea was now dead in the water. Amelia was a globally known whore now thanks to the Internet and whoevernit was that leaked it all.

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Lara wiggled in the wooden stocks they'd set up and put her in in the 1st Class Section of the Plane. The flight to America promised to be long and anyone with the right ticket had free reign to fuck her up however they liked until they landed.

She lamented her lack of money and moaned pitifully when the big screen started showing videos of her mother being fucked.