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Taming the Raider
Chapter 12: Alister to the Rescue

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Lara Croft's eyes slowly flickered open. She had to blink several times before her vision would pull into focus, and then she was startled into wakefulness by the sight of a woman directly in front of her. The room she was in was dark, and unfamiliar, with just a few dimmed down spots in its four corners providing barely adequate illumination, but she could see right away that the woman was quite a beauty. She had long brunette hair, not unlike Lara's own, thick and glossy, and tied back in a ponytail behind her head, and the kind of curvaceous, athletic figure that most men would drool over. Her silhouette revealed long muscular legs, with thick upper thighs flaring out to form sculpted hourglass hips, before narrowing back down again at her waist, curving in to a slim and girlish belly subtly striated with rippling abdominals. A pair of full firm breasts sat proudly on her chest, betraying not a hint of the effects of gravity.

As her vision gradually adjusted to the darkness, Lara realized that this beauty, whomever she was, also appeared to be in quite the perilous situation. She was hog-tied, with her slender arms bound at their wrists and elbows, and pulled back between her shoulder blades at quite a severe angle. Another rope ran from the woman's wrists to her ankles, which were likewise bound together with red bondage rope, and bent back above her smooth, well-rounded posterior. The overall effect on the woman's body was to bend it back on itself like a bow, forcing her to thrust out her chest, and no doubt testing the limits of her flexibility quite stringently.

Her modesty was barely being protected by a pair of lacy black panties, Lara also noticed, the back of which had bunched up between her heart-shaped buttocks and disappeared without a trace into the peach-like valley of her ass-crack. Other than that not a scrap of clothing adorned her shapely young body, apart from some patent leather pumps on her feet, which appeared to have five inch stiletto heels. Lara frowned. Those shoes looked strangely familiar – unless she was mistaken, she had a pair exactly like them. Blinking her eyes again, she peered into the darkness in an attempt to ascertain the woman's identity, and was shocked to see her mimic her movements right back at her.

And then the penny dropped. It was a mirror.

“Shit”, Lara tried to say, but the oversized red rubber ball-gag currently stretching out her lips distorted the expletive into “Shmush”.

Adrenaline was suddenly coursing through her veins, waking her body up from the numbness of sleep. Lara wished it wouldn't. The ache in her lower back was the first thing to register. Due to the unnatural U-shaped curvature of her spine, the small of the Tomb Raider's back was being put under an enormous amount of pressure. It felt like someone was standing on her lower vertebrae, slowly crushing them into pulp beneath heavy combat boots. As if this weren't bad enough, her shoulders felt like they were being wrenched from their sockets, the tensed muscles between them bunching up and burning with acid. Hot pin pricks of pain were already stinging Lara's upper spine, and a dull throbbing was beginning to pound at the back of her skull.

She tried to roll her head in an attempt to alleviate some of the strain, but found herself incapable of moving it more than a few millimetres in any direction. Another glance at the mirror revealed the reason why: Lara's long brunette ponytail had been pulled taut and clipped to something above her, severely limiting the Tomb Raider's movements. Following it up with her eyes, she saw a shiny chrome pulley system embedded in the ceiling. Another rope also stretched down from this ceiling pulley and connected to the rope that spanned the short distance between her wrists and her ankles. And this vertical rope had not an inch of give in it; it forced Lara to support almost her entire body weight through her doubled-back arms and legs, and thereby even more strictly enforced the agonizing curvature of her spine.

Her heart now pounding in her chest, the adventuress' eyes flicked down, and with a moan of desperation she realized that the only thing currently supporting her body at all was a small wooden podium directly beneath her belly. It was round, barely big enough for her to remain balanced on, and didn't appear to be secured to the floor in any way whatsoever. If it toppled over there was no doubt in Lara's mind that her shoulders would be wrenched from their joints, her legs would be pulled back above her head, and her spine would have so much pressure placed on it that it would snap soon after. She would die of suffocation in an agony of dislocated limbs and paralysis – not exactly the end to her illustrious career that Lara had envisioned, although perhaps it was preferable to living out the remainder of her days as Zip and Alister's unquestioning fuck puppet, the adventuress mused darkly.

*Click....Click....Click....Click*

Footsteps, echoing down the corridor outside her room. Lara didn't know whether to feel relieved or even more anxious. They grew louder and louder, and then stopped just outside her door. She strained to eavesdrop on a brief exchange of words, but could discern almost nothing. A key card was swiped, a scanner beeped, a lock clicked, and her cell door swung smoothly inward on well-oiled hinges. Someone flicked on the light, and a single glaring spotlight beamed down directly over Lara's barely clothed body. The bright yellow light burned her eyes for a moment, until her corneas adjusted, and then she could feel it bathing her skin with a discomfiting heat. It was clearly an interrogation spot, Lara realized, having had ample experience of similar apparatus in the past – one designed to make the subject uncomfortably warm and virtually blind, while at the same time allowing the interrogator to remain cool and obscured from view at the shadowy fringes of the room.

The sound of heels clicking on a hard tile floor, and a subtle hint of expensive perfume, allowed Lara to divine the gender of her visitor, but whoever she was remained frustratingly just out of sight as she paced out a slow circle around the bound, gagged, and increasingly pained Tomb Raider. Lara could feel her visitor's gaze caressing every inch of her curvaceous figure as she trembled in mute indignation before her. She could literally feel herself being objectified by this smug bitch, whoever the hell she was, could sense her eyes crawling over her supple gymnast's ass, drinking in her taut round glutes as they clenched up and dimpled due to the bow-like curvature of her body. As the woman circled around to her front, Lara became acutely aware of her gaze evaluating her out-thrust breasts, scrutinizing her tender pink nipples, visually caressing the tear-drop shaped contours of her bare tits – no doubt amused by the way they were starting to quiver slightly as a lactic acid build-up in her torso caused the adventuress' abs and lower back to contract in painful cramps.

Finally, she could take it no more, and scowling into the darkness, let loose with a barrage of insults that came out embarrassingly slurred and unintelligible due to her ball-gag. When she finally quieted down several seconds later, more due to discomfort at speaking than successful catharsis, there was a moment of silence, and then a soft stream of laughter drifted out from the darkness. It was followed a moment later by a statuesque blonde woman, who emerged majestically into the halo of light surrounding Lara's podium.

“So lovely to see you again, Ms. Croft”, Rachel smiled. “I trust our accommodations are to your satisfaction?”

Lara glared at the blonde – her special, ultra-pissed glare that she reserved for women beneath whose ass-cheeks she had been smothered into unconscious.

“Ummph Uuu!”, she tried to curse, but only ended up making herself look even more foolish as a glistening runner of drool dribbled down over her plump lower lip, then stretched several inches beneath her chin.

“Really, Ms. Croft?”, Rachel raised her eyebrows in mock reprobation. “Such language from a lady of your prestigious upbringing?”

She walked slowly over towards Lara, the six-inch heels of her black leather boots clicking with every step, then squatted down in front of her. Rachel's sparkling sapphire blue eyes drew level with Lara's. Her sensuous red lips, painted a vibrant shade of dark and glossy crimson, curled in a seductive smile as she extended two fingers to collect up the clear line of drool dangling beneath Lara's chin. Then locking eyes with the Tomb Raider, she pressed her spit-slick fingers onto her nipple and started sliding them around in slow, teasing circles.

“Well, I suppose you have been having a rather bad day today. And a rather bad month overall, from what I've been told.”.

Lara's nostrils flared as the blonde took her sensitive tit-tip between her forefinger and thumb and gave it a hard pinch. But she refused to looks away, not even when Rachel started flicking her middle finger quickly back and forth over her now-throbbing breast bud.

“So, I'll let it go”, the blonde intimated, “this time. But believe me, Ms. Croft, you will learn to keep a civil tongue in your mouth when you are in my company. You will learn, or I will teach you”.

Abruptly rising to her feet, she turned on her heel and stalked back into the surrounding darkness, treating Lara to an enticing view of her thick white bubble-ass flexing and dimpling in time with her strides.

The adventuress wasn't really paying attention to such details, of course – she was more intent on devising a plan by which she might escape from this compromising predicament – but she had to admit that Rachel's outfit was quite striking. She was wearing some kind of strappy one-piece black leather bathing suit, or at least that was what it looked like to Lara.

It was high-cut on her hips at the front, and showed off a good two thirds of the blonde's well-rounded ass-cheeks at the back. Its plunging neckline also showcased her full E-cup breasts to great effect, barely covering Rachel's perky nipples, and pushing her sumptuous white melons together at the centre of her chest to form a deep valley of deliciously buoyant cleavage. Black leather garter straps stretched down from a slim belt around her waist, and were attached via silver buckles to the tops of her thigh-high boots – also made from soft black leather, and sporting wicked-looking metallic stiletto heels at least six inches in length. Elbow-length gloves, also black leather, adorned her slender arms, and her platinum blonde hair was swept up in a spiralling ponytail behind her head, with thick and glossy bangs hanging down on either side of her face to frame Rachel's glamorous visage like a bombshell 1950's movie star.

The overall effect was irresistibly alluring, and had even Lara's heart beating a little faster than usual. Despite herself, she was undeniably turned on by the prospect of being dominated and interrogated by this beautiful and statuesque blonde, who had already proven herself in the ring to be more than a match for the Tomb Raider. Were her experiences over the past month bringing out a previously unexplored, submissive side to her character, Lara wondered briefly. But then Rachel's re-emergence from the shadows stopped her train of thought dead in its tracks, and set her heart racing even faster.

Grasped in the blonde's right hand was a long and flexible-looking black leather riding crop. And strapped around her hips, and jutting out in front of her pussy like a supernumerary limb, was a thick black rubber cock. It must have been a solid foot in length, Lara gulped, if not even longer.

“That's right, Ms. Croft”, Rachel smiled down at the look of intimidation in Lara's big hazel eyes. “Itagaki-sama has assigned me to be your interrogator for the evening”.

Walking slowly past Lara's face, she started trailing the tip of her riding crop softly along the adventuress' spine.

“At least, that is”, she added, “until he decides to come down here himself and... have a chat with you in person”.

Rachel's riding crop reached the small of Lara's back, then she slid it up between her heart-shaped buttocks, and lightly grazed it along the tender white crevice of her ass-crack, observing Lara's plump glutes tense up and begin to tremble with tactile anxiety. The blonde smiled at her captive's reaction. Already unable to control her own body after just a little light bondage and some teasing, she pondered. Perhaps the world-renowned Tomb Raider really was just a weak-willed little sub-bitch at heart. She was going to enjoy finding out immensely. Sliding her riding crop down between Lara's thighs, she ground the flat leather tip firmly down into the adventuress' juicy pussy mound, gratified to see her captive's thick, athletic thighs and supple, gymnast's ass-cheeks clench up and begin to quiver as the lacy black seat of her panties was worked slowly back and forth over her sleekly waxed cunt lips.

“Such a well maintained body you have, Ms. Croft”, Rachel cooed, grasping one of Lara's plump white buttocks in her hand and sinking her fingernails several centimetres deep into its yielding surface. “I must admit, I am eager to find out just how much strain you can take before, inevitably, you submit to my will”.

Pulling Lara's supple left buttock over to one side, she opened her up in order to take a closer look, then hooked her middle finger underneath the back of her panties and yanked it over to the other side of her ass, laying bare the enticing sight of Lara's puckered asshole and pomegranate pink pussy lips.

“Mmmmm, yes, very nice, indeed”, Rachel admired the Tomb Raider's most private parts as Lara trembled with mute indignation beneath her grasp. “You like to keep yourself very neat and tidy down here, I see, Lara. Is that for the enjoyment of your men, may I ask? Zip and Alister, if I recall their names correctly”.

Lara desperately wanted to struggle, to pull away from this clearly unhinged blonde bitch's hands and prevent her from humiliating her any further. But the round wooden podium beneath her belly felt far too unstable for her to attempt any sudden movements, for that was the only thing currently preventing her spine from snapping. All she could do was seethe in silent outrage, and pray that Rachel wouldn't notice how wet her pussy was getting, as the blonde used both hands to spread her ass-cheeks wider apart, then leaned down, and taking Lara completely by surprise, lay a long wet lick all the way along the dividing line between her trembling ass-cheeks.

“Mmmpphh!! Mmmphmmmpphhh!!”, Lara mumbled into her ball gag, trying to resist the sickeningly pleasurable sensation of Rachel's soft wet tongue sliding around her asshole, but knowing deep down that it was one of the best things she had ever felt.

Her fists were clenching, and her cheeks were colouring up warm pink, by the time the blonde finally stopped tongue-kissing Lara's asshole and detached her plump crimson lips from between her buttocks with a wet smacking sound.

“Oh, I'm sorry”, Rachel licked her lips. “Have I been monopolizing the conversation, Ms. Croft?”.

Leaving Lara's glistening ass and rapidly moistening pussy fully exposed, with her panties still hooked over to one side of her buttocks, Rachel walked around in front of the Tomb Raider, then unstrapped the ball gag from around her head. Lara gasped in a husky breath, and spat out a nasty mouthful of rubber-tainted saliva. Rachel dragged her riding crop up between the adventuress' heaving breasts, then tapped it against the underside of her chin, forcing Lara to look up at her.

“My first question is, why would a world famous billionairess such as yourself, Ms. Croft, allow the very men she has employed to do her dirty work for her, to treat her in such a... humbling manner as everyone outside Itagaki Towers witnessed earlier this evening?”

Lara leered up at her, her mouth twisted in an expression of distaste. She mumbled an answer too quiet for Rachel to make out. Intrigued, the blonde leaned down close to her face.

“It's okay, Lara”, she whispered, “you can tell me, one woman to another. Don't be shy”.

“One woman to another?”, Lara's voice was hoarse, her throat parched. “On general principles, Rachel, you can go to hell. Because I'm not telling you a goddamn thing, you fat-assed, beaten down, clichéd, bottle-blonde whore.”

*PFFT!*

She spat in Rachel's face, and a bubbly globule of saliva hit the blonde square in the eye.

“Unngh!”, she cried out in disgust, “you... you stupid fucking bitch!”

*SMACK!*

She bitch-slapped Lara hard in the face, leaving a stinging red hand-print on her left cheek, before wiping the spit out of her eye with the heel of her palm. The slap was hard enough to make Lara see stars, but it was worth it to witness the expression of shock on Rachel's face.

“Right, that's it!”, she snarled angrily. “You know, I almost felt sorry for you, Lara. I wanted to do this the easy way, get the answers Itagaki wants from you without hurting you too bad. But now I see, you really are just a spoilt little rich bitch!”

Grabbing Lara's jaw, she forced her lips open, then positioned the head of her thick black rubber strap-on at the entrance to her mouth.

“I'm going to enjoy breaking you, Lara”, a frown of disdain curled Rachel's sensuous lips down at their corners. “You better get this nice and wet now, because, believe me, it's going somewhere in dire need of lubrication next”.

“Do your worst!”, Lara sneered up at her rebelliously. “After what I've been through over the past month, this all seems like a day at the bloody spammmmbbllmnn...”

Her words were cut off by Rachel's thick black strap-on as the blonde thrust her hips forward and forced about six inches of rubber cock past Lara's pouting lips. Smiling with satisfaction at the look of impotent rage in the Tomb Raider's eyes, she snaked one hand around to the back of her neck, and started rolling her lower body, pumping gradually more and more of her thick black shaft into Lara's stuffed mouth.

“Oooohhh”, Rachel cooed down at her captive, “you like that, Lara? Choking on my nice big strap-on cock?”

*PFFT!*

A bubbly globule of saliva splattered onto Lara's forehead. It dribbled down into the Tomb Raider's left eye, which she had to close beneath the warm, stinging liquid. Her other eye remained defiantly open, however, glaring up at Rachel in a losing battle of wills as Lara's immovable object squared off against the blonde's irresistible force.

“It's okay, Lara”, Rachel smiled, stroking the Tomb Raider's cheek as smoky gag-tears trickled down either side of her face. “Just tell me what I want to know, and this can all stop, right now”.

She gently tapped her riding crop against the trembling surface of Lara's plump left ass-cheek – a friendly warning of what was to come if she still insisted on being stubborn.

Lara steeled her nerves, well aware that Rachel was going to force her strap-on pseudo-cock deep up inside her ass and rape her pitilessly no matter what she did or didn't tell her now. And she simply abhorred coming in second in a battle of wills with any woman. The blonde had already bested her in a physical fight earlier in the evening; she refused to let it happen again. Glaring up at her with rebellious eyes, Lara shook her head, firmly, no.

“Good”, Rachel seemed amused by her obstinacy. “I really was hoping you'd say that”.

Lara's eyes went wide, even the one swimming in Rachel's spit, as the blonde raised her riding crop high above her head; then smiling down at her captive with a sadistic glint in her sapphire blue eyes, she whipped it down across Lara's shapely white peach of an ass.

*THWIPP!*

The flexible length of reinforced black leather impacted Lara's buttocks with punishing force, sending a fleshy ripple juddering across their surfaces.

“UUUMMMMMNNNNPPPHHH!!!”, the adventuress cried out in pain. Her whole body lurched forward by reflex, almost toppling over the wooden podium beneath her belly.

Ignoring her protests, Rachel unclipped Lara's ponytail from the ceiling pulley. She gathered up a fistful of the brunette's soft glossy hair, and using it as a hand hold, pulled Lara's face firmly down towards her crotch and started rolling her hips, pumping her thick black pseudo-cock steadily back and forth between Lara's over-flowing lips. Before long, she was face-fucking the Tomb Raider for real, pounding hard, foot-long strokes all the way down her gullet, filling the interrogation chamber with a cacophony of husky glottal gagging noises and obscene salival retching sounds as Lara struggled to keep up with Rachel's punishingly fast pace.

She sneered down at her captive's teared-up hazel eyes, raising her riding crop high above her head again.

“I will break you, Lara”, she hissed, “I will make you lick my fucking boots, you arrogant, self-entitled bitch!”

She whipped her riding crop down onto Lara's shapely rear end, catching her exposed pink asshole with the tip and drawing yet another pained yelp from the helpless Tomb Raider as Rachel's strap-on plumbed the depths of her oesophagus.

This was precisely why she always used to formulate her own plans, Lara lamented, and never put her faith in the judgement of her hairbrained lackeys.

The adventuress was ruing the day that she had ever so much as laid eyes on Zip and Alister, let alone given those two traitorous bastards jobs.

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Meanwhile, in an unmarked black panel van parked inconspicuously in a vacant lot behind Itagaki Towers, Alister Fletcher tapped his leather loafer against an instrumentation console, and pinching his chin between forefinger and thumb, said:

“Hmmm...”

Ever since Zip and Lara's feeds had cut out about an hour ago, the dapper bookworm, Lara's former archaeology expert and history buff, had been pondering something he had noticed earlier in the evening. If he was right, then it would seem that he and Zip were not the only ones having fun at the expense of some shapely young ladies' abilities to exercise their free will. Still, he needed to run some more tests before he could confirm his hypothesis.

And that might have to wait, because first on his to do list was re-establishing contact with Lara, since she was the one person best equipped to extricate him and Zip from the rather sticky situation they had gotten themselves into. With this plan in mind, he set about twiddling some dials and tapping in some computer code on the high-tech instrumentation panel before him. But before his endeavours could meet with any success, a low-pitched buzzing sound, accompanied by a flashing red light on his desktop, warned Alister that someone had just tripped the van's proximity alarm.

“Well, I say...”, the Englishman crooned, flicking on a security monitor and catching sight of two beautiful and buxom blondes prowling around the exterior of his van.

“If Muhammad won't come to the mountain”, he started feverishly typing some code into his comms array input console, his eyes lighting up in fiendish anticipation, “then perhaps the mountain really will come to Muhammad”.

Maybe there was no need for Lara after all, Alister mused, zooming in on the two statuesque bombshells. He recognised both of them from his clandestine video feed earlier in the evening, livestreamed through Lara's eyes and a concealed camera in Zip's tux. The slightly more buxom of the two, who had short honey-blonde hair, a face that looked like it belonged on a Texas country singer, and breasts big enough to put even the most talented of Hooters waitresses to shame, had introduced herself as Tina, the Englishman recalled. And the other one, whose sleekly curvaceous figure looked equal parts seductive and potentially deadly, and whose silver-white hair was cropped in a short feathered bob that framed her cool, tough-girl features in a very attractive manner, had told Zip that her name was Christie – before giving him a long, teasing blow-job and tit-fuck that prematurely ended in an excruciating-looking, coitus interruptus knife hand to the nuts.

They had both changed their outfits now, and were wearing some kind of matching security uniforms, it looked like to Alister, consisting of short, tight, black miniskirts that hugged their shapely posteriors like second skins, and long-sleeve black formal jackets, also tight enough around the chest to be put under considerable strain by the women's firm bulging breasts. Beneath their jackets they had on buttoned up white cotton shirts, so thin as to be almost semi-transparent, so Alister could catch tantalising glimpses of lacy black bras beneath them, and slim black ties were draped down between their barely contained tits. To top it all off, shiny black patent leather 'fuck me' pumps adorned their slender feet, with heels in excess of five inches in length.

“Come on in, ladies”, Alister allowed himself a smug grin, putting the final touches to his computer code. “The party, unless I'm very much mistaken, is just getting started”.

To be continued...
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