Lara Croft returns to St Trinian's

A cruel smile played round Lara's lips as she grasped the shaft and held it firmly in her hand, her thumb grazing the top before she thrust it forward. The engine of the the E-type Jaguar howled in protest as the car slowed down to take the turn.
Lara had always enjoyed the feeling of power that she got from driving, everything from the sense of control of the machine, to the throb of the engine through the seat. Smiling now she pushed her foot hard on the accelerator and once again pushed the engine up a gear.
Had an onlooker had time to see the occupant of the car as it swept past they would have seen a very self possessed young lady in her early twenties, her luxuriant dark hair swept back from her face into a businesslike pony tail. Large dark sunglasses covered her eyes and hid what she might have been thinking behind them.
Lara was on her way back to her old school to make a donation toward the upkeep of the old pile, she felt that she owed it to the school that had taught her so many of the lessons that she had come to value in life. She had started at the school as a frightened and naive young child and had left it as its mistress having worked her way through the student body to the position of head girl.
St Trinian's had a reputation as being the most lawless of the eccentric private schools that littered the green countryside of England, and with good reason, the majority of the girls were little more than criminals in training, or sex kittens sharpening their claws before they were let out on the unsuspecting upper class where they were expected to mercilessly hunt their prey before snaring themselves a wealthy husband.
As she drove she remembered the things that she had done whilst at the school, things that seemed so far away now, but which still coloured her life and her dealings with people. Earlier in the morning she had taken great pleasure in showing herself naked to her butler, driving him wild in the knowledge that she was untouchable and that her perfect body would haunt his dreams and fantasies. St Trinian's had taught her to be cruel and she had learnt from the best.
St Trinians had always been a hierarchy, the six form girls had ruled the roost. More powerful than the teachers they had developed their own rules and their own punishments. When Lara hd started at the school she had been in awe of these older girls. They had seemed so self possessed and confident in themselves and in the power of their bodies.
As an all girls school there was always a certain amount of girl on girl fumbling under the covers in the dormitory after lights out. The first time a girl had slipped into her bed in the darkness Lara had been shocked and repulsed and had made a loud scene, ejecting the girl from the bed. That had been a mistake Lara thought, when the girl had returned she had brought her friends with her and they had easily over powered her, holding her down and making her do whatever they told her to do.
From that night forward Lara had set her sights on the coveted position of head girl and had worked ceaselessly to attain that position of privilege and power. When she had achieved it she had her revenge for the indignities that she had suffered.
Tell-tale signs started to appear that told Lara she was getting close, things that most people would not notice. A car in a ditch here, a shot out road sign there. All signs of the anarchy that emerged from the school during the time that the locals knew and feared, term time.
She pulled the Jag up outside the front door of the school and got out. She knew she was already being observed by the silent eyes of the first years, they would have spotted her from a distance away, she kept the sunglasses on and surveyed the school with a cold glance. It was important not to show fear, she had been the mistress of this place and they would show her the respect that she had earned. She left the car without locking it, thinking that she would make it easier for the inevitable rifling that it would undergo, if she locked it they would just slash the soft top. Letting her hair down from the pony tail that it was tied in and shaking it free she strode into the school
After the obligatory wait she was ushered by the secretary who smelled of marijuana into the office of the head mistress. Camilla Fritton, the last of the great British eccentrics and one possessed of a wickedly clever mind solely governed by two principles. Self preservation and the good of her school.
As Lara was there to donate a not inconsiderable sum of money, Fritton was pleased to see her as it served both her interests. Lara looked at her, it seemed that she never changed, the uneasy mixture of dotty old lady and carefully whetted battleaxe. Lara took off her sunglasses and smiled. “Camilla, so good to see you again.”
Lara hardly noticed the sultry girl standing in the corner of the room next to the suit of armour, indeed she only took her in as Camilla introduced her. The girl walked, or rather, slinked forward out of the half shadows that always hung in the corner of the room despite the best attempts of the sunlight to dispel them.
“Oh Lara dear, you must meet this young lady, this is our head girl, Kelly Jones.”
Kelly was dressed in school uniform, or as close as St Trinian's came to it. All the girls chose to interpret the guidelines loosely and instead impose their own personality upon the clothing. Kelly was no exception, she had taken a leaf from the femme fatales of the fifties, a harsh jet black bob sat on her head contrasting with her pale skin and scarlet lipstick. A long high waisted skirt clung to her long legs and her breasts strained against the tightness of her blouse.
“Pleased to meet you” Kelly said “again” she added.
Lara was thrown off guard by this girl, she didn't remember her from her days here, but it was possible that they had overlapped. Instead Lara was more taken by the raw sexuality that this girl exuded, it had almost had the same power over as the girl who had been head girl before her.
Lara hesitated before saying hello, this wasn't how it was supposed to happen, she was older, wiser, and more importantly she had survived this place, she had paid her dues and risen to the top over the other wannabes in her year, why did she feel like a first year again?
After they had said hello, Kelly returned to her place in the corner where she lit a cigarette and contemplated the former head girl.
'She looks she's got it.' she thought, 'she's got the look, and the clothes'. Lara was wearing a white low cut blouse and very tight black leather jeans which hung to every inch of her long legs and stretched across her tight ass.
When Lara had dressed in front of her long suffering butler she had gone to great lengths to make sure that the effect she had on other people would be one of awe, followed shortly after by blind lust. When she had put the leathers on she had stood in front of him and bent from the waist to smooth the legs down. At this point her butler had had to leave, his erection painful against the front of his pants.
As she enjoyed the view, Kelly's thought's turned to her memories of Lara, she had been head girl in her second year of school, and she remembered how she had been a unrelenting sadist.
Most head girls enjoyed their sexual privileges over the other girls, and Kelly was no exception, she loved to make the posh totty lick her until their make up was smeared over their faces from her pussy juices. However Lara had been different, Kelly had heard stories from the older girls, seen them running weeping from her room One night she had been going to the bathroom long after lights out. She was trying to be quiet so as not to attract the anger of any that should find her wandering around after curfew. While she was in the cubicle she had heard muffled voices from outside. Letting her natural curiosity get the better of her she had peeked round the corner of the door into the showers and had been shocked by what she had seen inside. Two of the sixth formers, she did not know their names but had been in fear of them for some time. At St Trin's it paid to be wary of those older than you and to not be noticed if at all possible. The girls were in the shower, a blonde and a brunette, the blond was naked and the brunette was gently rubbing her with a cloth. Kelly had been shocked at the sight of the girls touching each other and was tempted to run away, but as we have said before , she was a curious girl, and a frisson of excitement at coming across something that should not be seen passed over her.
The blonde was crying, Kelly noticed, and the brunette was trying to soothe her as she ran the cloth tenderly over her back, her buttocks and her breasts. The blonde turned so her back was facing Kelly and she had to stifle a yelp as she saw that the girls beautiful back was criss-crossed with a lattice of red welts which the other girl was bathing.
Somebody had given her a good thrashing with something, Kelly strained to catch the girl's conversation.
“..didn't have to do it so hard, I don't know what she was trying to prove.” The blonde girl was saying.
“She was just showing off, you know she's got it in for you. She has ever since the start of term.”
“I know, just because I almost beat her for the position of head girl, she didn't need to beat the shit out of me.”
“You know she likes to hurt girls, it turns her on, she beats people and then goes back to her bed to play with herself.”
“It would have been better if she had just let me play with her.”
“That's not what turns her on, I've heard she hates girls who, you know.” as the brunette said this she ran her hand up over the other's breast and squeezed gently.
“What happened to her?”
“I heard when she was a junior, a bunch of the girls held her down and, you know, took it in turns to fuck her with a carrot.”
“A carrot!” The blond chuckled through her tears. “No wonder she's such a bitch.”
“I heard ever since then she loves to strip girls and hurt them, you know like for revenge. What did she use on you?”
“A sodding dressage whip, the long one she likes to carry around, and when she was finished, she, she..” The blonde started sobbing again. “She put it up me.”
The brunette put her arms around the girl and gently hugged her, then Kelly noticed that the hug became more passionate, now the girls were kissing and the brunettes hands were again rubbing over the others breasts. The girls pants now were not due to sobs, but something else, it was almost like she was purring. The brunette moved her head down to the breast and kissed one of the nipples which rose pink and erect to her lips. She continued moving down kneeling in front of her and firmly pushing her against the wall of the shower before burying her head between her legs. Kelly could not tell what she was doing, but she saw the reaction of the blonde who closed her eyes and started moaning louder. Soon she was pulling the brunette's head harder into her crotch and grinding her hips forward. It was at this point that Kelly slipped away because she thought that the girls cries would be heard and she did not want to get caught watching, bt when she returned to her bed she had put her hands between her legs, and for the first time felt a wetness there.
Kelly snapped out of her revery, feeling again the burning wetness between her thighs as she remembered the experience. That night had been the beginning of a voyage of discovery for her, she soon learned what the girls had been doing, and wasted no time in becoming an expert at it herself. She also discovered the joy of being licked and the indescribable pleasure of coming in someone's face.
As she looked at Lara she realised she had been mentally undressing her in her mind, she also started to think how much fun it would be to turn the tables and to do something for the blonde who had aroused her so much.
The presentation ceremony went without too many hitches, of course there were some, everybody agreed that the highlight was when the nurse went to take her seat on the stage, tipsy as usual and fell over to show everyone present her knickers, which probably dated back to the forties.
Lara was glad that it was over and looked at the clock, if she pushed the jag she could make it home for a late supper, now that it was all done drinks were being passed around, a nondescript scruffy first year pushed one into her hand and she drank it.
When Lara woke up she felt a pain in her shoulders, her arms were stretched out sideways strapped to a long iron bar that was suspending her, she found her feet, trying to work out what had happened. 'Those fucking first years!' She thought. But what was she doing here.
She took stock, her arms were strapped to the metal pole which was attached to two vertical poles on either side of her and her legs were stretched apart and also secured to the poles. She was in some kind of basement but she didn't know which. The old school was like a maze and she could have been anywhere within it. She resisted the urge to call for help, that would be weak, instead she resolved to wait for whomever had done this to her.
She did not have to wait long. She heard the tap of heels descending a staircase behind her. She tried to turn her head but could not see who was approaching. The heels stopped and she heard a voice. “Well, well, miss Lara Croft, whatever are we going to do with you?”
The heels started moving again. Lara gasped as Kelly came into her line of vision, she was naked save for a pair of stockings and the heels, walking around in the same self possessed way she had done when she had seen her earlier. This time though she could see her pert breasts, tipped with very erect light pink nipples swaying as she walked, her neat bush at the top of her long thighs.
What are you doing to me?” Lara demanded.
In reply Kelly put her fingers to her lips to shush her and picked a coiled whip off the table, without warning she lashed out with it and flipped the tip off Lara's breast.
“I don't like the whip” Kelly said, “but you will be quiet or I shall use it on you, I think you have done enough talking for today, that speech you gave went on forever.”
She put the whip down and continued to circle Lara.
“I brought you here to teach something that years of St Trinian's couldn't, and I brought you here to have some fun.”
“For you to have fun don't you mean?” Lara snapped back.
Coolly Kelly walked over to the table and picked up the whip again. Again it snaked out, this time snapping in her spread crotch, the pain caused Lara to lose her feet as her knees buckled. The beam supported her as she found her feet again.
“I told you to be quiet, whatever is going to happen here, you can't do anything about, so don't waste your breath”
She put the whip down again and picked up what looked like a stanley knife, she slid the blade out as she walked toward Lara slowly.
“One of us is overdressed for the occasion.” Said Kelly.
Quickly she cut off the buttons on the white shirt, pulling it open to reveal the sensible white bra underneath.
“Oh come on,” Kelly said “Didn't you go to this school or what?
She reached between her breasts and pulled the front of the bra forward. Then, with a quick slice of the knife, cut through it, allowing Lara's full heavy breasts free of the fabric.
Lara gasped struggling to free herself.
Kelly then started to slice the remains of the shirt and the bra into strips until till Lara was standing topless in front of her, her breasts quivering in anger.
“That's a bit better.” Said Kelly.
Lara bit at her large soft lower lip to stop herself responding. Now that she was topless she did not want to taste the whip again, for someone who said she didn't like the whip, Kelly was certainly very accurate with it. Her pussy still burned in her trousers where she had hit before. looking down at her nipples she noticed how erect they were, and started to wonder if the burning in her pants was only from the whip.
“You hurt people.” Stated Kelly, her voice flat and emotionless. “I wonder why you did that.” She paused. “I think it was because you didn't know what else to do with them.”
“I think it was more because of what they did to each other.” Lara snapped.
Instantly Kelly dropped the knife on the table and the whip snaked out, biting on Lara's right nipple. Lara whimpered and again started to struggle, the leather bonds were too tight, they had no give in them.
Lara picked up the knife again and crossed her hands over her chest. Carelessly she started dragging the tip of the blade up and down her upper arm, then down over her chest and round her breast as she thought what to do next.
She knew the silence was driving Lara crazy, half with resentment and half with anticipation.
When she decided Lara had had enough Kelly walked over to her and stated tracing the blade across her skin, over and round her breasts, Kelly moved in close and Lara inhaled her musky perfume.
Kelly bent slightly and ran her tongue around Lara's burning nipple, gently moistening it and holding it between her lips.
She knelt down in front of her and began carefully cutting off her trousers. The thin leather offering little resistance to the sharp blade. She removed the trousers but left Lara's stilletto shoes on.
She knelt up so her eyes were level with Lara's pants and smiled. They were see through black lace. Kelly could see that she was cleanly shaved underneath and could see the top of her lips.
“Maybe you are a St Trinian's girl after all.” She said and cut off the flimsy pantys.
She stood up again and again she leaned in toward Lara. She dropped the knife on the floor and reached up to Lara's pussy with her hand, first she let her fingers play across the smooth flesh then she grabbed it firmly and attempted to put a finger inside. She smiled again as she felt her finger slide easily into the well lubricated pussy, she rotated it a couple of times and pulled it out.
“Maybe you are enjoying this after all.” She said, moving away. As she walked back to the table she put her finger in her mouth and sucked it nonchalantly.
Lara strained to see what was on the table but could not as it was away in the shadows. Kelly noticed her gaze and smiled.
“I was going to let you enjoy the sight of my gorgeous body, but if you are going to be greedy...” she picked up a blind fold off the table and walked back over to Lara.
As she reached around Lara's head to tie the blindfold, Lara could feel her nipples gently grazing against her own. She stifled a moan and cursed her pussy for choosing this time to become so wet. Her body tingled all over with uncertainty. As it went dark she strained to try to push harder against Kelly's breasts.
It went silent, she fancied she could hear Kelly's breathing. When Kelly finally spoke it made her jump. “You can come in now, I know you've been watching.
She heard other footsteps enter the room and started to panic, who was it, for all she knew the whole school could be out there.
“You came prepared I see, I guess she's ready for you.”
Lara felt the rod across her shoulders and down her arms begin to shake, then suddenly was pushed forward onto a small table that had been placed in front of her. She felt the rod being shackled into place and realised she was still as unable to move, but now her pussy between her spread legs was a very open target.
Flash had nearly come is his pants when Kelly had told him her plan. It was simple, all he had to do was wait and say nothing, then do as he was told. He had no qualms about taking orders from Kelly and had waited a long time to see her naked. When it had become obvious what he was supposed to to he had taken off his clothes and watched open mouthed from the shadows.
When Kelly invited him in he strode forward confidently, erection leading the way. He too remembered Lara Croft and was only to happy to have the snooty little cow. They bent her over and strapped her down. His mate from the pub had done a tidy job with this set up, he definitely owed him a pint he thought.
He lined himself up behind Lara's upturned ass and began to approach. He toyed with the idea of going for her tempting asshole but when he glanced at Kelly a shake of her head made him change the angle of his attack.
Lara moaned as she felt the hard cock pushing through the folds of her moist pussy. She felt the stranger bury himself up to the hilt inside her. As he thrust her breasts were pushed against the rough surface of the table.
Flash pounded into her with a fierce rhythm until he saw that Kelly had pulled an old armchair out of the corner, she sat in it and opened her legs, casually draping one over the arm of the chair. She started idly stroking herself. She was loving the view of Lara blindfolded and bound being taken by Flash. She loved to tease him, but having seen him in all his glory started to wonder if it might not be fun to play with him more.
Flash slowed because he didn't want to embarrass himself and come to soon, the sight of Kelly fingering herself was driving him crazy and she knew it. He tried to visualise Camilla Fritton to put him off, but did not want to miss a second of the spectacle in front of him. Lara's pussy was wet and tight around his cock and he felt his balls begin to tighten. When Kelly said “I think that's enough.”
he was relieved and pulled out of her hole with a squelch.
Lara moaned as he pulled out, she had unwillingly been taken with his persistent pounding and had begun to rock back against him, guiding him to the parts inside her she wanted touched. She too could feel her orgasm approaching.
Now that nothing was happening she started to feel nervous again. She could not see Kelly fastening a large dildo around her waist. Kelly reached again to the table and pulled out a tube of lubricant with which she covered her fake cock.
She moved flash so he was standing in front of Lara, his cock just inches from her mouth. He could feel her heaving breath waft across the head of his weapon. Kelly took up her position behind Lara and beckoned him forward.
Lara instinctively closed her mouth as she felt the tip of his cock press forward. Then she relaxed, she knew what she had to do and did not want to find out what would happen if she didn't. She opened her full lips and allowed the cock, slick with the tangy juices of her pussy into her mouth. As she did so Kelly shoved the dildo hard up her asshole in one swift movement, she opened her mouth to scream and felt the full length of Flash's shaft trust down her throat.
Quickly they set a fast rhythm driving themselves deep inside her. She could feel her ass stretching to accommodate the dildo which felt enormous and was powerless to stop Flash fucking her face, when Kelly reached around and tweaked her clit, Lara convulsed into an enormous orgasm.
This was enough to send flash over the edge and he pulled his cock out of Lara's mouth and sprayed hot come all over her face. Involuntarily Lara reached out her tongue to lick the thick liquid off her lips.
Seeing Lara come Kelly pulled the dildo out of her ass and unstrapped it from her waist. The she walked around to Lara's head, she pulled up a stool and sat on it so she could push her pussy into Lara's face. She moaned as Lara's sticky tongue found her clit and quickly bucked in orgasm adding her own juices to the mixture.
As she pulled away she said “I was right, she hated catching girls fucking each other because she wanted to, but was too scared to. Probably because she thought she would like it.”
She leaned forward and whispered in Lara's ear “It's ok to control and hurt people, but you have to make sure they enjoy it.”
Lara panted breathlessly, she had never come like that before, she was almost totally relaxed when she heard Kelly say “Ok, let the first years have her.”

Camilla Fritton rose and looked out at the Jaguar still parked in the drive, hmm, she thought to herself, Lara must have stayed to do some reminiscing, then a piercing scream filled the quiet air and shattered the calm of the morning.