The reality of Lara's Legend

Disclaimer: I do not own Lara Croft, and am simply using her as a subject to my twisted and carnal imagination. I however do own the game Tomb Raider Legend, and would highly recommend people to play the game itself. The one item from the story that I do own is Lara’s Virgin’s Amulet, which serves partially as an excuse for Lara’s being able to take an inordinate amount of damage and also as a cruel joke of a plot device.

Note: Does anyone know of a place where I can get a complete copy of the game’s script? Because I have to watch and re-watch every in game cinematic in order to get the words down accurately, and frankly that’s more work than I’m willing to put in.

Now, responding to reviews…or review (singular), since most of y’all aren’t saying squat about my writing…come one folks, keep talking! Kudos for Enigma for writing the first review I as a writer have ever received.

Enigma: Hats down to you for making a humble 18-year old guy out of me. Truth be told, I’m still relatively new to the AFF world, my last project written about a character in NFS: Most Wanted received no reviews at all (everything in that story was actually written within four hours, as inspiration comes in sudden bursts for me). So really I can’t know how well or bad I am at this unless people take a critical eye to my projects. On being too focused on the aftermath… yeah, I’m a beginner at writing drawn out sex scenes, but I’ll work on those a bit more (in fact I think Chapter 2 already marks an improvement); my idols in the VG AFF section are Deathstalker and VGSS (don’t read their work unless you can tolerate rape). Beastiality? Actually not really my thing either, and I’m only including it because it was convenient (poor explanation, I know). As for the rape (also the main theme of my last work)…whew, so here’s my take on it. Most of the female characters with whom I ever have an urge to write about are canonically not the type to engage in wild sex consensually due to various reasons. Take Lara for instance, she’s born as a English noble, raised all prim and proper, and although she’s very adventurous and boisterous I’d never see her willingly taking part in an wild orgy of sort or just having casual sex. I think rape generally makes us sympathize more with the character, and I would respect the image of Lara Croft a lot less if she were the wild whore depicted in some fanfics that was abangin’ on every available cock just because she’s damn sexy. Rape is a very, very dark and terrible theme and just because I’m writing about it doesn’t mean I endorse it in the slightest, I probably hate Lara’s rapists as much as any person with a conscience who’s reading my story does.

“There's more to sex than just orgasms”-yes, but aren’t orgasms the best part!?!? ;P

“sounds of lovemaking”- yeah, a lil’ out of place for a rape, but sex can only have so many sounds to it, regardless of the whether it’s consensual or not. I’ll make a note about that in the future tho.

Two stars only? *put down*…oh well, I write for enjoyment, not for stars. You’re cool for giving me an honest verdict.

Whew, now that’s done with….onto Chapter 2…Enigma I’m sorry, I wrote this chapter before reading your review, so you’ll have to wait till Japan before my creativity catches up with me…and shit dudes college is starting in under 20 days…don’t worry people I wont be majoring in English or literature in the foreseeable future XD.

Chapter 2: Peru
Lara pushed the third rolling stone onto the pressure pad to the right of the massive tomb which the center mechanism had raised aboveground. She was largely recovered from her ordeal atop the Bolivian ruins at the hands of seven of James Rutland’s cronies. The bastards were currently laying, bullet-ridden, food for scavengers at the bottom of the hundred meter drop from the plateau on which they had so rigorously fucked the helpless woman moments before getting their well-deserved up commence. Although the amulet which Lara now still had chained to her neck had repaired everything she had suffered, from the dislocated elbow and sprung ankle to the twenty-some hymen, it had also retained a lasting impression on Lara. Shifting uncomfortably, she had to work to push the feelings coming from inside her pelvis out of mind. As much as Lara was happy that her virginity had be regained in the span of a few seconds, the barrier, which was never meant to have anything on the other side of it, was now the seal which held back the quarter liter of cum still sloshing around inside Lara’s uterus with her every step.

‘I’m just glad I won’t be getting pregnant while wearing this amulet’ thought Lara. Fletcher Alister had been completely clueless as to what had happened, which was another stroke of luck… and Lara largely tolerated his scolding her for shutting down the mike on him, grimly happy that no living soul knew she had been raped.

As the two beams of light shooting down into the center of the room from the opened east and west walls were deflected by the crystal of the tomb towards the center wall, they pierced the eyes of the statue above which Lara’s ultimate goal lies. With a deep rumbling sound, the solid door ten meters above Lara swung open, creaking against their pre-11th century hinges. Nimbly, Lara darted up the stone ladder leading to her prize… Indeed, the legend of a warrior who granted power to an ancient princess to rule the kingdom and bring about an age of prosperity bore too much resemblance to the King Arthur legend to be ignored…

A minute later…

Lara gazed in wonder at the ceremonial version of the Excalibur which she held in her hands…it was a beauty, a combination of a sword and axe…but of course, she’s seen this piece before, and will now leave the Peruvian tomb for Japan. Fletcher Alister is currently telling her that going for the real artifact, which is currently in the possession of Yakuza warlord Shogo Takamoto, one with whom Lara had once held at gunpoint and most likely would not hand over the sacred fragment without some persuasion. Alister told Lara that Anayu, her old dig-partner, was on the line, and he was patching her through… Anayu’s panicked voice came on, whispering urgently that she was being surrounded by Rutland’s mercenaries, sighing, Lara pulled out her guns...

A minute later…

‘Damnit’ thought Lara, as the surviving mercenary kicked her onto her back and slapped cuffs onto her wrists. Lara’s legs, both of which had sustained a fracture in the bad stumble she took after being hit, refused to budge when she attempted to kick out. Without a word, the merc picked up the raider, slung her over his shoulders, and promptly carried her towards the exit of the tomb, now devoid of water, thanks to Lara.

“Yo guys! Lookit what I’ve caught here?! This bitch took down Todson before he turned, but the poor bastard’s gun went off and the ricochet caught her and she fell off that platform…mission done here I think, let’s regroup and punish this bitch along with her partner up top.”

A minute later…

The soldier tied Lara to the bottom of the long rope hanging down deep in the well, and with that he and his six buddies climbed one by one to the surface. Once there, he proceeded to haul his prisoner out of the pit.

“Hey guys!” shouted one of the mercenaries as he watched the rope be raised. “Look at what Joe caught! Fresh meat, hehe, looks like we have ourselves a pair of fine specimens to screw.” He added, looking over at Anayu, who was at the moment sobbing and grunting as a merc brutally pounded into her pussy.

“Anayu! NO! Let her go you bastards!!!” Lara yelled.

“Let her go? Hardly an acceptable course of action, Croft…unless of course, you can do the work of two and take care of all twenty of us here.” The captain of this particular detachment said, sniggering along with all of his men. Behind him, Anayu’s eyes were squeezed shut as she rocked against the dry dirt ground next to her jeep, hands cuffed to a stake sticking out of the ground. The mercenary stopped banging her long enough to look up at Lara, ceasing his rape before cumming when he saw that the Caucasian female had just as much sex appeal as her partner, maybe more. Lara’s status as a deadly fighter and famous excavator of primeval relics certainly made fucking her a tempting escapade to undertake.

Lara looked over hopelessly at her friend being raped, wishing her luck hadn’t been so down as to get taken down by the random firing of a dying man. A thousand thoughts flashed through her mind; the pain from the three hours of non-stop rape she endured before today resurfacing, haunting her and driving her heartbeat up at the prospect of taking on three times as many men this time around. Every time Lara was taken, she would still be a virgin, still tight, never adjusting to the invading members. The Virgin’s Amulet punished her severely for sexual contact, yet it kept Lara physically immune to permanent damage, resuscitating both her virginity and damaged body parts and keeping her from getting pregnant.

The thought hit Lara like a load of bricks. ‘I can’t get pregnant…but Anayu can…would I let these men impregnate her, possibly ruining the rest of her life? She can’t possibly take the punishment I’ve taken threefold over without the amulet…am I not to help my friend?” as she thought, the mercenary still buried inside Anayu decided that he had waited too long, and re-commenced his intercourse with the dark women, thrusting rapidly into her tight orifice.

“NO! WAIT! STOP!” Lara shouted, and the merc, at the sound of her yell, actually listened and pulled out of Anayu, if not hesitantly.

“Well?” asked the captain. “What will it be, Ms. Croft? There are twenty of us, and we’re all good for more than one go…Rutland didn’t give us a time-limit to the job, so you might want your friend here to take half of us.”

Lara looked over at Anayu. Their eyes, met, and Lara could tell that Anayu was in a lot of pain, yet the words her eyes sent across were clearly “we work together, die together.” The nightmares of getting raped resurfaced inside Lara at the sight of her friend laying completely bared, her dark mahogany colored skin covered with the sheen of perspiration. For a split second Lara considered having her friend take half the men to reduce the load that Lara herself was inevitably going to receive. But her heart could not bear to allow her friends to suffer the consequences of Lara’s decision to come back to this site.

“…I…will take you and all of your men…” Lara said, her voice meek and barely audible. Anayu, in her pain, heard her friend utter the words of deliverance for her, at the cost of receiving double the attention of what otherwise would have raped Anayu to death. “Lara…” she breathed, at a lost for words, her own pain forgotten. The mercenary had been the first to rape Anayu, and hadn’t even cummed inside of her yet, and the South American women’s inner turmoil matched that of Lara’s, both deeply caring about what happened to the other.

“Hahahaha, did you hear that men? Croft says she’ll take all of us! We have a deal Croft. Men, redress and chain the other bitch to her car, make sure she can’t get away. As for you, Ms. Croft, here’s the deal; you satisfy me and my twenty-two men for as long as we can play, and we’ll even allow you and that bitch to leave unscathed.” The captain said. His men, following his orders, tied Anayu up and chained her to the rear of her jeep. The captain motioned at the merc who had pulled out of Anayu.

“Johnson, sorry to hold you off from creaming, I suppose I owe you for catching that bitch before she tried to brain me with a wooden plank. I give you the honors of undressing and initiating Ms. Croft here.”

The merc was more than willing to oblige, and bounded, still naked below the waist and with a huge erection still shimmering with Anayu’s virgin blood and his own precum, over to Lara. Another soldier hoisted Lara up and supported her on her two fractured legs He took out his swiss knife, and with several slicing motions cut through Lara’s top, allowing her large breasts to spill into the air. Moving down, he unbuttoned and unzipped Lara’s short shorts, and slid them down to Lara’s ankles. Lifting one of Lara’s feet, Johnson removed one leg of the shorts, and then did the same with Lara’s other foot. Brandishing his knife again, he cut through Lara’s black panties, and had the other soldier lay Lara onto the ground, with her hands still cuffed behind her back. The man knelt down, positioned himself, and was about to shove into Lara when she stopped him.

“Stop….please….let me you in my mouth” Lara whispered, flushing as the words left her mouth. A humiliated she was in saying this, Lara was deathly fearful of having her virginity taken yet again, and would stoop so low as to blow the man if it meant less pain for her. At this, all the men broke down in laughter, the captain howling as he pointed a shaking finger at Lara.

”Fuck, men… the bitch wants to blow Johnson…*laughter*…y’all hear her? She *laughter* volunteered to suck Johnson’s cock. *uncontrollable laughter*” Lara blushed even more crimson at this, but her mind did not dwell on it for long because Johnson took her up on the self-degrading offer, pulling her onto her knees, holding her by the hair, and jammed his length into her mouth.

The dick felt larger than expected as it effortlessly slid pass Lara’s slack jaw, hitting the back of her throat and then some. Lara fought back the gag reflex and the impulse to bite down, and allowed Johnson to begin plowing her mouth, grimacing as her weight shifted onto her fractured knees. Since her hands were cuffed behind her back Lara’s entire weight in front rested on her head, which fortunately was raised high enough at the moment to not be too strained, as Johnson was getting his blowjob standing. This didn’t last long, however; Johnson then decided that it would be less effort to get blown sitting down, so soon Lara found herself leaning forward, head bobbing up and down the man’s cock. She moaned in slight protest, which of course sounded more erotic than she had intended. Johnson of course wasn’t one to complain, as Lara’s vocalization sent pleasant vibrations traveling shimmying through his cock and up his spine.

“Christ.” said Johnson. “Never thought I’d be giveng head by nobility, yo princess, sing for me. “ he keeping one hand on Lara’s head to drive her up and down his length and the other reaching under to grope at one of Lara’s breasts. Lara, afraid of further humiliation, tried to get the message to Johnson that she really would prefer not to have her breast fondled on top of having the man’s cock sliding past her tongue every second. Of course, this all passed through the man’s member as pleasurable moans, and he had every intention of making the mouth stretched around his dick resonate more intensely. He managed this by starting to twist and pull at Lara’s budded nipple with his thumb and fore finger, toying with them harshly while the rest of the hand kneaded Lara’s breast vigorously. The desired effect was immediate, and Lara grunted and moaned plaintively around Johnson. The man could’ve burst right there and then, but forced himself to prolong the experience, letting the pressure build, until a minute later, he released Lara’s breast in order to use both hands to raise her head up and down almost violently onto his dick, slamming into the back of Lara’s throat. This repetition only lasted a dozen or so times before he plunged the girls head down to his hilt, so hard that her nose was shoved into his dark forest of pubic hair and his head was halfway down her esophagus. Then he burst, forcing Lara to swallow every pulse into her, relishing in the gagging noise that she made as streams of cum shot directly down her throat. Then he pulled out of her, and forced her to lick him clean.

“Be neat, m’lady.” He said scornfully, “don’t want to see you waste all that food, I only make so much everyday.” with that he walked off to wait for the next hardon while the captain and another man immediately took his place.

“Looks like Ms. Croft is quite talented in everything she does,” laughed the captain positioning himself behind Lara, who at this point was still on her knees, bent over with her head resting in the dirt. A small glob of cum that had been shot into her mouth as Johnson had pulled out collected at a corner of her mouth and dribbled down one cheek. Placing his hands on Lara’s hip, the captain, kneeling slowly brought his cock to bear on Lara’s nether region.

“Pl…please…I can blow you too….” Lara begged, deciding that while cum did indeed taste extremely foul, she would rather suffer in that aspect then get her cherry popped again and again. Somewhere in the back of her mind she was wondering if it would be possible to blow every one of these twenty-three horny men without dislocating her jaw, which ached after only the very first blow-job. She never got to test the theory…

“Please be practical, Ms. Croft, if you serviced us one by one we’d be here all afternoon and some of my boys would’ve cummed themselves prematurely just watching you. You’re so good at climbing rocks, swinging ropes and firing that sexy pair of pistols that I’m sure you can also multitask perfectly. “Gary? I think Ms. Croft is hungry for more cock, you would do well not to disappoint her.” With that he plunged into Lara’s pussy.

Lara opened her mouth to scream, but was gagged as Gary plugged her face from the front, taking full advantage of the fact that she was crying pitilessly into his cock, the vibrations from her mixed screams and moans even stronger than when she had blown Johnson. Doing what Johnson had done, he reached around and grabbed one of Lara’s breasts, abusing it relentlessly to add to the horde of ambient feelings pummeling Lara; all to draw more strangled cries from the poor girl through his shaft.

The captain meanwhile was laughing and telling his men between hard thrusts that he’d have never thought Lara to be a virgin (Rutland, having discovered that the seven soldiers he left behind in Bolivia were all dead, assumed that they were simply incompetent and didn’t even get to enjoy Lara before being killed). The men too found this to be quite surprising, as they all agreed that the Countess of Abbingdon could very well have had any man she wanted if she just ask. They of course didn’t think that Lara, being much more obsessed with the discovery of historical treasures, had never considered a relationship, much less sex, to be at the top of her list. Lara’s outfit, while revealing, was largely conventional in her line of work, granting her maneuverability and mobility.

“You’re not using your tongue, m’lady,” said Gary, “and Mr. Rutland had told me you were so talented in that regard, you must prove it to me, otherwise I might have to find someone else to talk around my head, perhaps your nice friend over there, she seems perfectly willing.” The threat worked, and Lara was forced to wrap her tongue around the offensive invader and stroke it with her inner muscle fervently, all the while moaning in pain and forced pleasure from the captain’s use of her other end. Her broken hymen actually allowed for some of the stored semen within her to lubricate the captain’s driving penis, although her walls hugged him so incredibly tight that none of it was able to completely exit her.

A few minutes later, the two men finally blew their load within close proximity of each other, letting the impression sink into Lara before exiting her. This time, Lara’s face-rapist didn’t bother making her swallow his cum, instead, he ordered her to hold it in her mouth and floss it around. Lara felt like throwing up, but of course obliged and did so, swallowing it after a full thirty seconds of flushing the tainted substance around her cavity. By now she had felt the captain pull out of her, and the strange tingling sensation within her that she knew from experience was her hymen being re-grown.

It only took the next too men at Lara’s pussy to discover that no matter how many times she was taken, she always remained a virgin.

“Well well,” the captain mused, “perhaps Ms. Croft is not as nice and proper as we might imagine. That’s a wonderful gift you have there, m’lady. You’ve made the seven of us here very happy indeed, but you still have sixteen, and I can tell they’re more than impatient…time to up the ante and see how well you can handle another addition to the crowd.” Lara did not immediately comprehend this, but was dragged to her feet and led to the next soldier in line, who had been laying completely naked, keeping himself erect by watching Lara being fucked but forcing himself not to self-service for fear of expending himself before she got around to him. The captain forced Lara down onto the flagpole of a cock sticking up in salutation to such fine pussy. Lara grunted and held back the scream this time as her hymen was again punctured, her blood marking this man as the eleventh person to enter her in that hole. She was still hazy on the meaning of the captains words when her head was shoved forward onto the waiting cock of yet another soldier..

“Come on bitch, you think we’re gonna give you the break of not doing work? Ride me and suck him, or your friend will show you how its done.” Said the man underneath Lara. Tears streaming down her face, the young women forced herself up on her calves, within which the fracture had already healed, and lowered herself back onto the man’s dick. After the rhythm was established, Lara commenced with the second task of pumping her head into the lap of the man in front, her sore and overworked tongue snaking around the underneath of his shaft vigorously in an effort to finish him off as soon as possible. This earned more laughter from the men, and Lara noticed from the corner of one teary eye that one of the mercenaries had a camcorder in his hand and was busy taking in the grimy orgy he saw before him. She noticed when he panned towards her rear, but wasn’t able to turn around to see what he was filming, but she soon found out.

A third prick was pushing against the puckered hole of Lara’s ass. As the revelation dawned on her she tried to scream for mercy, but the soldier in front of her held her face tightly down in his lap, now tilting her head side to side and in circles around his pelvic area, creating new sensations for both him and with woman as he went along. As such, Lara’s muffled screams only intensified when she felt her once-empty anal passage fill out in one swift ripping motion. The pair of dicks inside her lower holes quickly found a desirable rhythm, and filled her out synchronously, such that she felt like they were going to bore a hole in the middle and meet. The driving force below transferred along her entire sweaty body to her mouth, and her screams of agony coupled with the rapid motions of her mouth and body pushed the man screwing her jaw to cum prematurely. He was none the less satisfied, and pulled out of her mouth, letting Lara’s scream to finally come out. Anayu, while she couldn’t see Lara’s ordeal since one of the men had decided to blindfold her, cried out to her friend, but her voice was lost to Lara’s ears, and one of the mercs gagged her, so as to better forget that there was another pussy good to be taken.

Perhaps out of pity, or probably just for kicks, the men left Lara’s face unplugged for the next few minutes as her screams gradually dissolved into moans of pleasure. The twin cock within her was driving Lara mad, and as much as she hated herself for becoming aroused (all of this time the Virgin’s Amulet was furiously sending waves after waves of shocks coarsing through its bearer, not caring that she wasn’t doing this willingly.) Lara’s moans soon surpassed her sobs, and it was only another minute before she climaxed, her hoarse voice letting out a soft “uh” sound, too tired to produce anything louder. The man under her cummed first, shoving himself to the hilt and waiting for the other man to cum while violently grabbing Lara’s tits and fondling them, twisting and pulling at the nipple with bruising force. By the time the man behind Lara sheathed himself completely inside her and shot his dose up her rectum, the pussy-dweller was already feeling the twitches of another hardon. But respecting the fact that others were after him, he and his partner allowed Lara to be lifted away and into the clutches of the next trio of men in line.

And it was as such that Lara finished the rest of the men three at a time, then went through the ranks without stopping. It would be nearly five hours and into evening that the men started a campfire around the outskirts of the dig, by then every one of them had had the pleasure of sampling each of Lara’s holes at least once. Viagra and various other forms of stimulants had been passed around, and some of the men with more stamina even went for a fourth and final go at Lara while she laid semi-conscious, helpless and completely broken. Towards evening, the men, like the seven cronies in Bolivia, set camp and didn’t bother with setting any guards. They bound Lara’s Legs, then tied her hands and feet together behind her back, hanging her up underneath the wooden platform several yards away from which they crowded around the campfire, joking about their various experiences and trading tips as to how best to use the raider the following morning.

“Pl….please.” Lara rasped, “you….promised…please….let me go…”

“Oh come off of it, Ms. Croft, when I told you that you must please me and everyone of my men, did I set a time limit to the contract?” the captain bent down and whispered into Lara’s ears.

Lara, completely broken, felt tears once again. “at least…least…let Anayu go…please…I’ll do whatever you want…pl….”

The captain thought…true, that part of the bargain he can at least afford to uphold. He motioned towards one of the men to drive the blindfolded Anayu a couple miles out into the wilderness, free her and leave her to fate. Lara tried to persuade them to at least let Anayu off at the local village, but the captain laughed, saying that they did not want the authorities alerted just yet before morning, as Lara’s services would definitely be called for.

“Rest up, m’lady, we have until tomorrow noon before the I have to file any reports to Rutland.” With that, the captain joined his men at the campfire. Lara hung her head, her arms and legs straining at the uncomfortable angle, and after a few minutes, allowed exhaustion to take her, and fell from consciousness.

Lara was awoken sometime later by an explosion, and felt hot cinders bounce off of her face. She craned her head to get a better view, but was unable to see anything as she had spung around in her sleep to face the rock under the wooden platform. She heard a few more bursts of gunfire, then silence.

“LARA!” came the voice of Anayu, “LARA! Where are you!”

“I’m here!” Lara found her voice, and heard running footsteps drawn near. The next thing she knew, Anayu was untying her from the bindings and lowering her to the ground, holding her naked form and sobbing uncontrollably, cursing between tears at herself for allowing Lara to suffer this immeasurable amount of humiliation and pain.

“Its okay, Anayu, its better that at least one of us can escape these bastards” Lara grimly said. Despite having hung for what appears to be five hours, she felt strength in her limbs once more, knowing the Virgin’s Amulet had done its work in her sleep.

The soldier who had dropped Anayu of and left her in what he thought was the middle of nowhere made the mistake in not remembering that the African woman was intimately familiar with much of the surrounding terrain, having worked there many years earlier. Anayu, after watching the soldier drive off, had sprinted for her life back to the dig, arriving to find the soldiers asleep around the camp, carelessly around a few explosive barrels. She had found Lara’s guns, and after tossing a grenade at a group of the men and shooting the barrels to engulf the others the remaining men were easy pickings as they were too groggy to muster a full response.

Later that day, Lara and Anayu bid each other farewell, and rendezvoused with Alister. She was dressed in the outfit that she had used years earlier, which Anayu had dug up from the trunks. Arrangements were made, and in another few hours Lara was sitting in a first class cabin, headed for Tokyo. To Shogo, and the Excalibur fragment.

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Whew, that was a long chapter. I didn’t think it would be any longer than the first but looks like it surpassed the later. Y’all readers, I can tell by the number of hits that Enigma was not the only dude(tte) to read my story. REVIEW GOD DAMNIT. XD
Constructive criticism also welcome, as well as any requests and advice.