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: a good portion of the dialog is taken from the in game cut scenes. Some though have been altered and others fabricated by me as needed.

Synopsis: in an alternate Universe, the going-ons of Tomb Raider Legend happens with the same outcomes, yet in vastly different ways.

Warning: Spoilers included, as this follows certain sections of the game progression fairly accurately.
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Chapter One: Bolivia

Lara grunted as she pushed the final block onto the third pressure plate in the Bolivian ancient ruin’s main chamber, and stood back admiring her handiwork as the aged mechanism raised the heavy stone door ahead of her. She was still wet from the numerous waterfalls and the underwater swim she had partaken in earlier though the tomb, and the water mixed with her sweat glimmered off her pretty face and well toned legs.

Making her way up the metal chain west of her original entryway, jumping to cling onto a ledge, side-climbing the moss-ridden stone, vaulting with catlike agility onto the platform on the other side, siddling over the gap to the next platform on yet another chain, dropping down a ledge, then utilizing a conveniently placed pole to swing onto the final platform where the door she just opened was situated, Lara paused briefly to catch her breath, then proceeded through the door.

A deep rumbling sound reverberated through the stone floor up through Lara’s boots. Behind her the door somehow shut again. The floor of the corridor in which she was now looking down began to split down the middle. Stepping onto the left side of the splitting floor, Lara sprinted down towards the exit up ahead. She ducked and rolled as two rusty swinging scythe blades narrowly missed her, then was about to jump over the horizontal blade that swung out at her feet, but mistimed her take off.

The old booby trap only nicked the toes of Lara’s heavy duty leather boots, not far enough to slice though her feet, but enough that she stumbled, and flailing, tumbled into the pit below, landing first on her left elbow then followed by her left knee which came down on a particularly bare stretch of stone. Laura rolled a few times, and as she came to a stop the right side of her head made contact with the wall, smashing her headset.

Lara rolled onto her back, wheezing and blinking back tears as pain shot through her elbow and knee joints. 'Great', she thought, 'dislocated joints in both places'. Definitely going to impact her progress towards her goal. Sitting back and leaning against the wall, Lara assessed her other damages. Vision not too impaired but definitely less clear, sprained right ankle, internal bruising from landing on her side.

'I’m just lucky I found that Virgin’s Amulet back in China on my first dig ages ago' thought Lara. Through her various exploits and dangerous encounters she had discovered with joy that the amulet served as a guardian relic, shielding its owner from many kinds of bodily damage, increasing her strength as well as speed up healing. Lara could have remembered at least a dozen times when bullets had melded with her body and the damage had healed before the next day. Unfortunately the current injuries would require at least a night of rest to heal completely, but Lara was ready to move on. She noticed with pleasure that a silver relic layed not too far from where she landed, and moved to retrieve it.

“Lara?! Are you there?! Lara?!” Fletcher’s voice boomed into Lara’s Headset.

“Still alive and good to know the earpiece works, but you do get too excited” said Lara, cringing from the earpiece blasting into her head.

“Okay I’m getting your Audio input but the cam’s not working, looks like any more puzzles and situations will have to be reported by voice” Fletcher sighed, relieved that his friend was still up and running.

“Lucky for you, looks like you wont be losing your breakfast” Lara teased, playing on her companion’s scare of heights. Fletcher muttered a response, but Lara was already up and limping down the corridor. She turned on her flashlight and continued into a tunnel until she came to a rock that was blocking up the exit. Groaning as she shifted weight onto her ankle and knee, Lara pulled the rock towards her until it made enough room for her to squeeze past.

'Okay maybe I’m in worst shape than I thought' Lara thought, panting after exerting so much force to move the rock which must’ve weighed half a ton at the least. Sadly the Virgin’s Amulet did not make a superwoman out of Lara and the normal forces of stamina still applied to her, especially after her injury. Overall strength cut by more than half after the short but intense ordeal.

Squeezing past the rock, Lara limped out of the opening on the other side, pausing to catch her breath. In her labored breathing she failed to see the Jaguar to her right, and was only made aware of its presence when it lunged and knocked her to the floor. Normally Lara would have been up in a flash and firing her twin pistols into the offending beast, but after her fall and moving the heavy rock she was too drained to respond accordingly, and the Jaguar pounced on her, clawing and snarling.

“What’s going on now?” Fletcher’s voice sounded over the mike, having heard the scuffle. Lara had turned the volume of the mike and earpiece down so all he could hear was indistinct scuffling and Lara’s labored breathing.

Suddenly the Jaguar noticed that its prey was a female, evident not only by the prominent mammary glands that it sported but also by the hormones that Lara gave off. The Jaguar had wandered into this particular section of the tomb days earlier and had become trapped in this entrenched area, subsisting off of rats for the past few days. It was mating season for Jaguars, and this particularly robust male was suffering from a lack of release due to having no female partner around. It did not care too much as to whether Lara could actually mate compatibly with it so much as the human female seemed to possess an immense draw of sexuality even to a different species.

The jaguar quickly made its decision, and while keeping its jaws in close proximity with Lara’s neck used its claws to relieve her of her clothing. Lara gasped as the jaguar’s front claws sliced through her top, her pants and laced panties soon following. 'Goodness Christ you have to be kidding me…this thing wants to have sex?!' Lara’s logical mind screamed. But it was obvious what the jaguar’s intentions were, and Lara was about to reach for her pistols when the jaguar snarled and bared its teeth. The young woman was intimidated enough that she let her hands stray away from her utility belt.

Keeping its commanding presence over Lara, the Jaguar worked through the nylon straps of Lara’s utility belt and pushed it way with its hind legs. This left Lara completely naked with the exception of her boots and the Virgin’s Amulet, which the cat left hanging around Lara’s neck, apparently not minding its presence since it didn’t take up a lot of skin space. Dipping its head, the Jaguar stuck out its tongue and slathered the woman’s large breasts in its saliva. The sensation tickled Lara to her very core, and her nipples hardened to the administrations. She was about to moan when a small jolt ran through her body, almost like an electric shock. Lara gasped and arched her back slightly, which only enticed the Jaguar to continue. For a moment, Lara had no idea what hit her, but as the Jaguar continued to lick her breasts a series of small jolts coursed through her body, causing her to yelp in pain.

What Lara had neglected about the Virgin’s amulet was its original purpose. Centuries ago, when the amulet was first endowed with its mystical abilities, it was given to a princess as protection of her virginity. While the amulet granted its female user with inordinate strength and stamina to fight off possible rapists, it also was meant to dissuade the wearer from possibly consenting to sex before marriage, and thus punished her with small shocks should she become sexually aroused. Lara of course knew this, but had never expected to be sexually active in her hectic trade vaulting around ancient tombs.

And here she was, still a virgin thanks to her noble upbringing, being molested by a feline, and she was becoming aroused in spite of herself. As it dawned on her that this was the Amulet punishing her for becoming aroused Lara wanted to remove the necklace from her neck, but as soon as she raised her arms the Jaguar growled, and used its front paws to pin her by her shoulders. The Jaguar did not feel the same shocks that Lara felt, but instead was getting an erection stimulated by Lara’s release of pheromones. Its phallus extended from its pelvic sheath and the cat swiveled its hips to position itself and Lara’s entrance. Lara closed her legs tightly in a last ditch attempt to retain her purity, but unwillingly opened them again when the Jaguar stopped licking her breasts long enough to growl menacingly at her.

Wasting no time on etiquette, the Jaguar abruptly sank its long rod into Lara’s warm and unused womanhood, not stopping until it had broken through her hymen and was embedded up to the hilt. Lara cried out in pain as her virginity was taken and a new series of shocks from the amulet was sent through her.

The Jaguar was in absolute bliss, roaring as it felt itself thoroughly penetrated into its unwilling mate’s body. Lara’s warm virgin pussy clamped down tightly on its penis like a vice, seemingly inviting further penetration, and the sex-crazed beast hastened to comply. Drawing out, it began to hammer Lara at an alarming rate, all of its muscled and sinewy body propelling the rod into the raider again and again, each time not stopping until the head squeezed itself past Lara’s cervix.

“Lara? What’s happening over there? It sounds like your fighting a whole war?” came Fletcher voice.

Lara yelped in pain, and her hands scratched at the cold stone floor in search of something to grab onto. She clenched her teeth as the combination of painful thrusts and shocks went through her nervous system. Despite the horridly bizarre situation her body betrayed her feelings, and was starting to react to the thrusting. This had both a good as bad effect, as the juices that Lara’s vagina was now excreting lessened the pain from the thrusting shaft, but at the same time the intensity of the electric shocks became even more prevalent. To add to the melee of things going on, Fletcher made it worse by continually asking Lara what the hell was going on there. Not wanting to have to explain later to him that she was raped by a friggin’ jaguar Lara could only clench her jaws shut and fight off the urge to scream every time she was impaled. For the next ten minutes all she could do was pant in pain and unwanted pleasure as the Jaguar had its way with her.

Halfway through the ordeal Lara’s body could no longer resist the buildup of sexual energy, and with a scream she reached her first orgasm. The spasms brought as much pleasure as it did pain with each subsiding wave. Although it served to quicken the eventual cumming of the beast itself the jaguar still had plenty of stamina, and it wasn’t until five minutes later did it finally bury itself past the entrance to Lara’s uterus and send waves of warm semen into her womb. Lara too orgasmed along with the cat, and a combination of her virgin blood, sex juices and the beasts semen seeped out past the still embedded cock and onto the ground. She screamed as the violent shocks from the amulet pulsed with her orgasm.

“Lara? That is the second time you’ve screamed in the past five minutes and you still haven’t told me what the hell was going on.” Fletcher’s annoying inquiry came again. Lara muttered that nothing was up as she stared down at her animal rapist. She then shut off the mike so neither one of them can hear the other anymore.

Spent after exerting so much force on its sex partner, the Jaguar stayed buried in Lara, laying down on her and drifting off to sleep. Lara laid under the weight of the cat, dazed after the ordeal that she just underwent. She suddenly noticed that during their intercourse, the jaguar had unwittingly kicked her utility belt within reach of Lara’s groping hands. Reaching over and careful not to awaken the beast, Lara pulled out one of her pistols. For a moment she considered suicide after such a humiliating nightmare, but told herself that she still had to solve the riddle of her mother’s disappearance, and after a moment’s hesitation put the end of the barrel to the side of the jaguar’s head and pulled the trigger.

The bullet traveled clean through one side of the cat’s head and out the other, taking with it crushed bone and brain matter, spattering the floor next to Lara, thankfully not getting much blood on her. Without a sound the Jaguar collapsed onto Lara Only then did Lara dare to push the dead cat off and out of her. In its death spasm the cat’s penis had somehow stayed erect, and plopped out of Lara’s pussy with a small sloshing sound, a trail of semen still linking it to Lara’s mound. Disgusted and humiliated, Lara begun wiping off the residue and to salvage what she can of her cloths.

Her pants were ruined beyond repair without needle and thread, as where her outer top, but Lara found that her underwear and bra had enough elasticity so that she could tie them back into place, albeit with the underwear digging up and into her pussy. Another jolt from the unexpected sexual stimuli ran through Lara, and vehemently she tore off the Virgin’s Amulet, and was about to throw it away into the far corner of the room when she realized she still need the amulet’s strengthening aspects to get her out of this pit. Sighing heavily she retied it around her neck, then picked up her utility belt and did likewise. Lara’s earlier injuries had already begun healing and despite the fact that she was still severely weakened was able to make it up the ledge on the far side of the room and continue towards the wooden rope bridge that she knew would lead to the place of her mother’s disappearance years ago.

Rounding the corner up ahead, Lara was not entirely surprised to find that her destination had several armed men patrolling around it. One of them saw her and notified the others, and Lara ducked to the side for cover as bullets pummeled the surrounding rocks.

“Hold your fire!” came a man’s voice, and Lara squinted to find heself looking at a young man in his twenties, clad in a brown suit and sunglasses, a mane of dark hair too well groomed for her taste. The man was her occupational arch-rival, James W. Rutland, and he recognized Lara after puzzling momentarily over the sudden appearance of such a scantily clad woman welding lead. “Lara Croft! I’ve been hoping I’d get to meet you.” The man stated with double meaning, his leering stare at Lara’s sexy features lost to Lara due to the distance.
“At ease, we’re just going to talk” Rutland told his subordinates, then walked towards Lara. Behind him, a women with Bleached hair leaned against the helicopter that had brought the men there.

Lara kept her pistols leveled at Rutland as she too walked across the long swinging bridge. She was well aware that not only is most of her top showing, but her pussy lips were clearly visible on either side of her forcibly donned panties. She sighed inwardly that her only solace was that all who saw her in this state today should soon be dead when she engages them in the expected firefight.

“I’m listening.” Said Lara when they were a few meters apart, her guns still leveled.
“I see you’re dressed for the hot weather” Rutland remarked sarcastically, and Lara felt her face flush with embarrassment. She raised her guns warningly, and James got the hint.

“So…have you found a piece of 'this'?” he asked before holding up to her a fragment of the sword that Lara vividly remembered had resulted in her mother’s disappearance on the far platform years earlier. Her eyes narrowed slightly.

“Is this what led you here?” Rutland asked, looking back from the sword fragment to Lara. Behind his sunglasses he was already stripping Lara of what skimpy garments she still had on. Only his dark pants concealed the erection that he was having.

“Where did you find that?” Lara demanded, her emotions flaring, momentarily forgetting her exposed predicament.

“Doesn’t matter, what’s important is what it 'does'.” Rutland answered. “do you know?”

“What I know is my business.” Lara declared, her guns still pointed at the man.

“ So you don’t then, and that means you don’t have a piece…pity, I was hoping we’d get to work together.” Rutland said, still leering at Lara… with that he turned around and walked back across the bridge, signaling to his men that they could take care of the tomb raider. Lara sighed and prepared for a fight. The woman and James boarded the helicopter and soon it was next to the bridge, firing upon Lara.

Ducking and weaving, all the while firing at the copter, Lara was about to reach the other side when one of the copters machineguns took out the plank beneath her. Lunging forward, Lara managed to grab unto the ledge, and with some difficulty hoist herself up, but she had been forced to drop her guns in order to save herself, and now found herself staring down the barrels of seven men.

“I’m sorry Lara, but I have other business to attend to first, but I’m sure my men would just love to keep you company” James shouted over the beating sound of the helicopter’s rotors. “Men! I’m giving you a day’s furlough, be back to pick you up tomorrow morning!” and with that the helicopter pulled away and out of sight.

The seven men looked at each other, they were at this point unbelievably horny at the sight of Lara’s supple bare flesh, still shimmering with water and sweat from moments before. The small scrapes and patches of dirt she had on her served to make her seem all the more sexy, and immediately the men reached a silent consensus. They converged on her, and without hesitation tore through her scantily clad clothing. Lara tried to fight them off, but after the fall and the previous rape by the jaguar simply did not have the strength. A fist to the stomach and another to the back of her head and Lara was on the ground, dazed and looking up at her soon-to-be rapists. The men removed every scrape of clothing as well as Lara’s boots, leaving only her necklace intact, deciding as a whole that it complimented the rest of her inviting body.

“Fuck dudes look at her jugs. Never had any girl with such a fine pair of tits.” Exclaimed one man as he grabbed one breast and squeezed hard, kneading it like dough. Another man grabbed the other breast, four others taking Lara by her limbs and spreading her out spread eagle. The last man, apparently in charge, unzipped his pants and pulled them down to the ankles. He inserted a finger into Lara and probed deeply, eyes shimmering with glee as the tight passage closed down on his fingers. Lara squirmed in discomfort, and yelped as the man added a second, then a third finger to his probing. Her walls tried stubbornly to force out the invading probes, to no avail. She felt the jolts from the amulet start again, and bucked against the hand of the man, moaning from both the pain and the building heat in her core. The mercenary caption smiled maliciously, and added an impossible fourth finger into Lara’s pussy, not without some effort since Lara was extremely tight. As the majority of his hand disappeared inside his victim’s cunt, stopping only then the nook between the index finger and the thumb came to rest against the lid of Lara’s pussy. He felt resistance, and grinned maniacally. Boy was this his lucky day, to be the one to pop the cherry of this sexy female. Lara too gasped, realizing with a start that while the Amulet was still working on rejuvenating her strength, it had first repaired her hymen and vagina walls, effective rendering Lara a virgin again.

“Can you guys believe my luck? This tight cunt still has her cherry!” said the captain, removing his hand This drew exclaims of disbelief from the men. The captain, replaying the actions of the Jaguar minutes before, positioned himself at Lara’s entrance and entered her, relishing as every inch of his cock made it into the woman. While his cock was slightly smaller than the Jaguar’s, Lara’s vaginal walls had tightened back up due to the amulet, so the pain was still there, not to mention the amulet’s punitive shocks which were now on overload, building in intensity as it punished its owner for continued sexual contact.

When the captain felt the barrier inside Lara He reared back, and with one fell swoop hammered his dick into the helpless girl. Due to the amulet’s work Lara might as well have been having sex for the first time all over again, and the muscles of her tight canal closed around the invading shaft tightly, painful to her but stimulating to her rapist. Her blood made for some lubricant, as did the vaginal juices drawn by the man’s finger earlier. The Virgin’s Amulet struggled to bring equilibrium to its host’s body, and thus did not allow Lara’s walls to adjust to the penis, instead forcing her vagina to tighten painfully around the captain’s cock. Thus with every thrust Lara would cry out in pain, since it never lessened, despite the pleasure that she was starting to feel.

The captain of course was in absolute bliss; as he hammered in and out of Lara’s tight orifice he grabbed her petit waist for more leverage, thrusting again and again, slamming with bruising force into the girl. His stamina was not as resilient as Lara’s first partner, and after a few minutes, when Lara, in immense pain, finally climaxed and pulsed around his cock, the captain managed a few more erratic thrusts before burying himself to the hilt and ejaculating. Allowing himself a moments rest, he pulled out of Lara and allowed another to take his place.

The second guy wasted no time in unzipping and easing himself into Lara, astonished that she could still be so tight after having taken a cock already. As he was halfways in, he felt the resistance of Lara’s hymen, which had in such a short span of time, re-grew itself.

“Dude…I think she’s still a virgin!”

“What?! No way!”

“No, really, her cherry’s still there!” said Lara’s current rapist. He even pulled out to let the captain probe Lara’s pussy with his hand.

“Jesus, yeah she really still is!” exclaimed the captain, already getting another hard-on. But he allowed the other man to take his place, and with a cry of anguish Lara had her virginity taken for the third time of the day; her labored gasps of pain echoed through the canyon as she violated yet again.

Three hours later…

The sounds of lovemaking had largely died down, leaving in its wake the hoarse sobs of the one participant who for the past three hours hadn’t had a single break. A small pool of blood from the dozens of penetrated hymens had gathered around her pelvic area, mixed with an equal number of doses of semen, overflowing from her inner chambers, some smeared across her inner thighs and clung to the patch of hair above her swollen crack. The last rapist finally pulled out of Lara with a slurping sound, spent after his third go with the young woman. Lara’s vagina, in the final absence of a cock with which to plug it’s exit, was allow to tighten back up, squeezing a stream of cum, blood and vaginal juices out before the re-growth of her hymen blocked the lake of cum that still filled her uterus.

Lara, too exhausted even to curl into a ball, simply laid, staring up at the sky, her eyes swollen from having sobbed herself dry, no longer needing the men to hold her down in her spread-eagle pose. She had reached orgasm roughly as many times as the men had cummed in her, and her bodily fluids had been squeezed dry. The soreness in her crotch was indescribable, and the rest of her body refused to move an inch. Her breasts, which for the entire ordeal always had someone squeezing, kneading, pinching and nipping, was equally on fire, the nipples purple from attention. Her back was scratched up from having lain on the same rough ground for the entire sexual escapade, but that was barely noticeable in contrast to the pain she felt in her intimate areas.

“Man that was good.” Panted the merc who had just pulled out of Lara. He left to join the others, who were laying around lazily, resting after each having at least taken Lara three times. Towards the end of their rapes they had started to compete with each other in pounding Lara harder and harder, but the fact that they had each already cummed beforehand prolonging their stay in the raider’s pussy. They didn’t bother to restrain Lara in the slightest, deeming her too weak to do anything. Besides, the only way out of the place was by helicopter, since the bridge had been burned and the entire plateau hundreds of meters above ground.

“Gotta thank the boss, I tell ya, best break he’s ever gave us” said the captain, and the others agreed. “Rest up men, I’m sure our pretty friend isn’t going anywhere for a while, and I bet the boss’ll want bang her up a few times too tomorrow when we move out. We’ll all catch another go at her before we leave.” With that he crossed his arms behind his head, laid back comfortably and in a few moments was sound asleep.

One by on the other men followed suit, the last one leering at Lara’s prone form hungrily, but alas was too spent to fuck her again, and in a few minutes, the only sounds off the plateau were the men’s snores and Lara’s wheezing.

Unknown to the seven sleeping rapists, Lara’s Virgin’s Amulet allowed for rapid regeneration of strength and healing, and despite having been brutally banged up for over three hours, it was only an hour before Lara’s wounds healed up. She was still immensely sore, but was definitely ready for action.

Rolling onto her hands and knees, Lara tested her weight on her joint injuries, finding them largely gone, she stumbled to her feet, cringing as she brought her legs together, her pelvic area still killing her. What a sight she was, cum dribbling down her inner thighs, some dried on her cheeks when moments earlier two of the men had chose to titty-fuck her, spraying their seed all over her face and chest.“Bastards” muttered Lara as she picked up one of the men’s dropped assault rifle.

An hour later, Fletcher landed his helicopter on the plateau to find Lara alone, dressed in a mercenary’s bullet-hole ridden garb, assault rifle still in her hand. Evidence of a fight that had taken place recently dotted the scene. He jumped out of the pilot’s seat and bounded over to the raider, as enthusiastic as ever

“So what exactly happ..” he started before Lara’s right fist came up in a hook and sent him sprawling.

“Nothing.” grumbled Lara, heading for the copter, her confused college following her onto the chopper, nursing his jaw and berating her with accusations of an uncalled for attack. He didn’t notice that Lara was walking quite awkwardly, her legs parted more than usual with a slight limp.

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There, first chapter done. I think there are eight levels in the game, which means I'd have at least eight chapters total, possibly more since some of the levels offer many opportunities for *sinister smile* creativity.

Reviews welcome, flames also tolerated, although I probably will ignore them or simply laugh