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Reins of the Tomb Raider	By : HunterOpera Category: +S through Z > Tomb Raider (all) > Tomb Raider (all) Views: 38203 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Tomb Raider and make no money from this. Also, this is not a happy story. It will not have a happy ending. You have been warned.

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The delightful sight of Lara Croft racing through the streets of Candover was a familiar one, but one that neither James or I or anyone else would ever tire of. The exercise did her good, keeping her in shape, and every day we would come to watch her progress through our fair village, the people kind in the way they would pat her ass to give her encouragement. And my dear friend was kinder to her than the criminal deserved. He often brought her in out of the cold during the harsh winters, for example, but I know he took a certain amount of joy in marking the lush flesh of her backside with his crop. The placement of strips on that ample supple flesh was almost a hobby.

She had become a good and reliable animal, never trying to speak, never answering to anything other than the name James had given her. She drank and ate as instructed, and could even be washed without being bound. James often bound her anyway, given the harshness of the bristles on the soap brush. He might have gone for something softer, but all who watched her delighted in the sounds she made as he cleaned out her folds and breasts.

Nonetheless, there was some cause for concern. Lara herself was tamed and my dear friend was as much as a Parmistani native as anyone I had known. My wife considered him family, and even my children had given him the honoriffic uncle, laughing as Duchess gave them pony rides, panting as they rode her in other ways after a hard day's work.

“I am unsure about these guests,” Ivo confessed, the two of us out drinking together. “James is their best, clearly, but how many more like him can there be? The societies beyond our glorious lands are not so great, more full of criminals like the woman who is only now a Duchess in name.”

“Our dear friend vouches for them,” I said, clasping Ivo on the back. “I do not know them, but I trust him.”

We spoke to James about his friends as Duchess plowed his field, all of us watching as the criminal's sweating body glistened in the sun. She was wearing a farming yoke and little else, the long strands of her tail tickling the back of her thighs and knees as she struggled with the large plow behind her.

James smiled when he saw us, waving and clasping us both on the back once we'd made our approach. He poured us each a glass of water, cropping Duchess along the back of her thigh to let her know that the break he was taking was not meant for her. She winced, whinnied, and struggled on.

“Who are these people that come to see you, these friends of yours?” Ivo asked. James waved us out of Lara's earshot, also placing us so that we could watch her panting toil.

“She doesn't know they're coming,” James confided. “I haven't told her, and I want it to be a surprise.”

“Does she know them from her old life?” I asked, and laughed when James nodded.

“Steph went to school with her,” James said. “You'll like her, Zamir. She recently married a man named Neville Stothard, who is the eldest son of Peter Stothard.”

“The Editor-in-Chief at the London Times,” Ivo said, nodding. “Is that going to be a problem?”

“No, no, not at all,” James laughed, clasping my cousin on the back. “Neville will one day be Earl of West Fenwick, and their family has a complicated past with the Crofts. I've been in touch with Peter, and he's been delighted that Lara has finally gotten some comeuppance.”

“Oh?” I asked, curious. “What do you mean?”

“She's something of an embarrassment to the gentry,” James explained. “All that running around and shooting things in the colonies. Even if we hadn't left that sort of action in the past, she would be the wrong gender for it. She looks much better as she is, I think, and the gentry that know what have happened to her agree.”

“There are others that know?” Ivo asked.

“Few enough,” James said, sipping from his water. “Ones that know how to keep a secret.”

And so, late into the thaw, we went with James to greet his friends. Lara pulled him via chariot, the bells attached to her nipples and clit making a pleasing contrast to her heavy breathing and the quiet hisses she made when James directed or corrected her. Ivo stayed behind, but I went with my dear friend, riding my cousin's animal - an elusive hispanic woman caught stealing years ago now, and given the name Karma. She was not so fancy as the one my friend had been granted and was kind enough to share, but she was a fun beast to ride in every sense.

Steph and Neville were resting with their guide, drinking down water after the arduous climb, but they smiled and stood as James came to greet them. The three shook hands and exchanged pleasantries. The newcomers stared at the brightness of his clothing, their own drab yellows and browns a dull comparison that reminded me much of what James had worn when we'd first met. James introduced me, but the two visitors were staring at the criminals we had ridden to greet them.

“What is this?” Steph asked. Neville was blushing furiously, trying and failing to keep his eyes averted.

“Take a closer look,” James advised. They did, moving closer to my pony, both of them cautious and careful not to touch, but by the time they moved onto Lara they were a little more free with their fingers. I watched carefully, noting the tension in Lara's shoulders as she was prodded, the widening of her eyes as she recognized the voices and names of the newcomers even if the blinders kept her from seeing them.

It was Neville that noticed first. He was tugging on one of the nipple bells, coming around to the criminal's front, getting into the line of her sight.

“Lara?!?” he cried, stepping back but not releasing her nipple, and the former Tomb Raider whimpered as she was stretched in such an intimate manner. Steph pushed him out of her way, Neville tumbling to one side, and I shared a look with James; this newcomer was as weak as my dear friend had been when he had first come here, before Parmistan had strengthened him. I did not think that Neville had the same fire that James possessed, but did not say so aloud.

Besides, there were things going on that demanded my attention.

“Lara,” Steph said, her fingers tapping Lara's hip. “Lara Croft. It's a good look for you.”

Lara shuffled in place, but did not otherwise respond; the bit in her mouth robbed her of words and she knew better than to answer any call of her old name.

“Call her Duchess,” James said, smiling as he walked up beside Lara, wrapping a hand around her hips. Steph took a step back, her finger traveling up the length of Lara's tight sweaty abdoman, parting just before the soft underside of Lara's chest. Her hand brushed the bell, causing a single soft ring.

“I don't believe it,” Steph said, grinning and shaking her head. She took hold of Lara's reins, wrenching the former Tomb Raider's head back and forth. Lara, her hands bound to the poles at her hips and back to the chariot, could do nothing to defend herself.

“I thought the two of you were friends,” James said, kneading Lara's back when Steph gave the criminal a chance to find her footing.

“So did I,” Steph said, spitting in Lara's face. “I was supposed to go to Yamatai, did you know that? I was all set and packed and then Sam told me that Lara didn't want me coming along.”

“Yamatai ended badly for everyone, from what I understand,” Neville said, his voice a nasal whine.

“Might have been better if I'd been there,” Steph said. She groped Lara, slapped her breast and then her butt, wrenched her by the reins again. “Sam deserved better than you, Duchess.”

Lara bowed her head, crying as Steph continued to explore the helpless criminal's body.

The new harness that James had got was an improvement on the old; the leather was softer and thinner, showing off more of the girl's deeply tanned skin, forcing her back straight while leaving the area between her abdoman and calves exposed. Steph seemed fascinated by the plugs in Lara's lower holes, tugging on both of them but not pulling them out, smiling as Lara cried out but did not kick.

“How do these stay in?” Steph asked, looking up at James. James smiled, walking closer to her and clasping her on the back, a motion that surprised her.

“They widen and narrow in places,” James explained. He tugged at the one in her ass by the tail that had been woven from her hair, easier to pull for that addition. Lara shuffled in place and whimpered as the plug was pulled, revealing a long cone that got wider the further into her it was, finally leaving her with an audible pop. “The one in her cunt tapers the same way, becoming larger inside her. Both are inflatable.”

“They can also be used to reward or correct a criminal,” I added. Steph looked at me, blinking, and I realized that she had forgotten I was there.

“How do you mean?” Steph asked. James held up the remote and showed her, and Steph spent the next hour playing with the dildo in Lara's cunt, making her scream, pant, whimper, and cry. The smile that lit her features did not leave during the whole of this time, nor did the anguish on Lara's. It made for an interesting juxtaposition.

Eventually, they let the air out of the buttplug so that they could reinsert it into Lara, as was proper – what sort of animal didn't have a tail? - and Steph laughed again when James told her the tail was made of Lara's own hair.

“So, how're we getting wherever it is we're going?” Steph asked. James and I grinned at one another; I took Neville and his baggage on my chariot, while James took Steph and hers on the chariot pulled by Lara. We raced back, but the outcome of that was never in doubt; Lara Croft had been a fine athlete before she'd been convicted, and her punishment had only honed her physical prowess.

We took them all the way to Candover, to the embassy where James lived. He stabled Lara, took them to their rooms and showed them his garden. Steph kept looking at the small wooden building where Lara was kept, her reins tied to a post, her eyes locked on a video feed that showed her the more interesting parts of her training.

“Is,” Steph licked her lips, looking nervous. “Is it... what I mean is... would it be okay if I fucked her?”

“She's an animal and my property, and you are my friend,” James answered, grinning. “Would you like to be eaten out by her or would you like a dildo to fuck her with?”

“Both?” Steph asked. Neville nodded his head, silent, his face bright red and his eyes on the naked, stripped, and filled backside of his imprisoned countrykin.

“Can I go first?” Neville asked. “I want to fuck the arrogant bitch in her ass, and I want it nice and tight for my cock.”

“I wouldn't worry about that,” I laughed. “The way James has kept her exercises the muscles of both holes. She needs to hold those plugs in using only the muscles inside her. Imagine those muscles letting your cock in, and then squeezing down on it.”

“She is tight?” Neville asked.

“Tighter than you can imagine,” James said, laughing. “She'll keep herself loose to let you in, but once you're in our darling little Duchess will show you a good time.”

The two visitors unpacked and took a nap, were up and dressed for a delicious dinner. James served us the good food he himself had grown, and he and my eldest daughter performed magic in the kitchen, whipping up a delicious dinner. Steph and Neville filled us all in on the going-ons of the outside world, and Steph was eager to tell us that she'd gone into property law in the time that James had gone away.

“Not going to Yamatai left me with a lot of spare time,” Steph admitted, “So I finished a degree in property law. My plan had been to help seize Yamatai for what's left of the British Empire, but I think you'll find that this is a worthy substitute.”

She handed James an envelope and he opened it, grinning and showing it to me – a completely ratified and legal document that handed all of Lara's old properties and holdings over to him, as well as a death certificate for one Lara Croft.

“It made things easier to declare her dead,” Steph said, shrugging at an unasked question. “Everything she had is now yours.”

“Thank you,” James said, toasting her.

That night, after dinner and desert, Lara was led from her stables. Her hands were tied to her elbows and she was bent down, kneeling in the dirt, looking lost as the blinders were removed from her face and the bit was removed from her mouth. She tried to speak when she was alone with Steph and Neville, but her tongue had long since forgotten how to make words, the cultured voice of years gone by lost to a drooling nonsense.

Steph grabbed Lara by the hair, forcing the criminal's face below her skirt while a flushed Neville undid his pants and forced his way into Lara. She whined between the two of them, battered back and forth, Steph's mouth spilling open as low moans escaped her throat, her fingers tightening in Lara's mane. Meanwhile, behind Lara, Neville's eyes rolled into the back of his head and he let out a cry, Lara's tightest hole sucking him dry.

I had experienced that myself, and I clasped him on the back as his eyes went glassy, a satisfied and empty smile spreading across his face.

Once Neville had removed himself from Lara, James took his place, ramming himself into Lara's other hole. He had built up some endurance, but the tightness Lara had been trained to possess could suck the cum out of even the mightiest man, and no amount of familiarity was going to make a man used to that sort of treatment. I took James' place, kissing him as I passed him, slapping Lara's ass as I entered her cunt. Steph cried out, Lara's reactions to the abuses we offered her echoing deep inside the core of the visiting woman.

“No more,” whispered Steph, crawling off of Lara shortly after I finished with her.

The stablehands that James employed came to wash Lara away and put her down for the night, and we all watched as the beautiful criminal was drained, cleaned, and then locked away.

“I could get used to this,” Steph said, her smile lazy, her tone laconic.

“I already have,” James said.

During the days that followed, Steph and Neville helped James and Lara plant his fields, followed by afternoon races through the streets of Candover. My dear friend's prize animal was a frequent draw and even more frequent winner of these races, as people from all over glorious Parmistan came to try their animals against the one we had given James. They almost inevitably came up short, and betting became fierce.

Evenings saw Lara used by her old friends, Neville and Steph both eager to explore all her holes, they always seeming satisfied at the end of their use and she left dazed and with glassy eyes, her smoky voice capable only of animal sounds even without the bit. Steph in particular liked to ride Lara's tongue, planting her hips down on Lara's face and wrapping her hands in the criminal's hair.

“You always thought you'd go far, Lara,” Steph said, taunting the former Tomb Raider with a name she could no longer respond to. “And you were riiiiiiight...” Steph's eyes rolled, her lips left open as her body tensed. It was a glorious sight, one I enjoyed all the more because I was thrusting into Lara at the time.

It was nearing the end of the season when the look in Lara's eyes faded from an echo of who she had been to an emptiness born of what she now was; an animal meant for toil and fucking, all thoughts of who she had been nothing more than fever dreams belonging to someone else, someone else that was still a person.

“You know, James,” I said, looking down at my dear friend from over Lara's shoulder. He was lying down, letting Lara ride him as I fucked her ass, her mouth granting affection to first Steph and then Neville. “There is a tradition here called the Great Game, and I think you should enter Lara into the modern variant.”

“Tell me more, my dear friend,” he said, and I did.

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And this will lead us into the races, which - due to some suggestions by MorbidFantasy - is going longer than I'd thought. I'll edit those chapters over the next few days. If you'd like to see what those suggestions were, provide feedback, or have left a review, I respond to and read all things here: http://www2.adult-fanfiction.org/forum/index.php/topic/36931-metroid-the-bergman-affair-feedback-comments-and-workshopping/page-10 In the meantime, thanks for reading, hope you're enjoying this, and I'll be back soon.
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