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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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“It is the tradition of the Great Game,” Ivo explained. We were all sitting down to dinner in James' house, he hosting us with apples spiced with markhor venison made from the fruits of his and his animal's labour. The animal, of course, was stabled by the window, looking in at our feast while eating her typical meal. Steph laughed at this, enjoying the way Lara's mouth watered whenever any of us took a bite, our lush meal a stark contrast to her bland fare, but Lara was a criminal and this, too, was part of her punishment.

“The Great Game used to be the means by which supplicants could ask favors of the Emperor,” I carried on. “A three day race from Candover to Routard, then from Routard to Maraholme, then from Maraholme to the Village of the Damned and back to Candover again. The first person to make that journey could ask the Emperor for anything, but there was often no survivors, never mind a winner.”

“How come?” Steph asked. James looked at the two of us and shrugged, a simple gesture that asked if he could answer. I nodded acceptance of such.

“Parmistan is a glorious land, yes, but also a merciless one,” James said, smiling as he looked at Lara. “The winters are harsh, the summers broiling, and the pathways dangerous. The race would take participants through the most dangerous parts of the country, requiring climbing sheer cliffs, swimming across rapids, and all that is before the Village of the Damned.”

“What is the Village of the Damned?” Neville asked. “It sounds so dramatic.”

“It is a place where the insanity of Caligula still lingers,” Ivo explained, frowning. “It is the madness that our people have been set to ward against.”

“Everyone there is insane and dangerous,” I continued. “The way in is blocked, but opened for the purposes of the Great Game.”

“Okay,” Steph said, savoring a bite of markhor and smiling at the drooling Croft woman, “but you said 'used to be.' What happened?”

“When we became an allied nation to your NATO, our Emperor ended the game as it stood,” Ivo said, his frown deepening. “It was a concesson to our Emperor-elect, an American named Jonathan Cabot, when he married our Princess Rabali.”

“She had an interesting back story,” James said, leaning back in his chair and smiling. “Her mother was Indonesian. It has been a long tradition to bring outsiders into the noble lines of Parmistan, and so it has with the Great Game.”

“After a few years, Emperor Cabot reworked the Great Game so that criminals could make the run,” Ivo said, smiling. “Ten criminals could be put forth by order of their owners for the run, some criminals of Parmistan, others brought in by allies of our glorious nation.”

“Other countries?” Steph asked.

“Enlightened individuals, mostly,” James chuckled. “The Countess Nefaria, for example, or the scientist Paracelsus. Why do you think they've been so friendly to our government over the past few years? I've become quite close with several powerful people, and I've used that friendship to make England strong in a way little Lara over there never could.”

“It is so,” I said, laughing and clasping my friend on the back. “And so the Great Game continues, greater than it was even, even though the pathways the criminals run are now made clear.”

“Well, that doesn't sound like as much fun,” Steph said, her eyes narrowing. Lara shivered, her gaze dropping groundward, and she whinnined in a most pleasing manner.

“Oh, but it is,” I said. “We wouldn't want to damage someone's property, especially when we might get to use them.” Lara, dazed and pretty as she was, blinked her eyes at this and looked over in our direction. There was a question there, her dumb animal eyes understanding that we were maybe talking about her.

“The bottom five placing animals of each day are made available for the use of the general public of whichever place they are in, excepting the Village of the Damned,” Ivo said. “The top one is given to the highest wager made over the course of that night.”

“What about the other four?” Neville asked, his eyes on Lara.

“The other four are given to members of government and the nobility for use,” Ivo said, laughing and clasping Neville on the back. Even sitting, this friendly touched caused the boy to stagger. “In the morning, the top five are given a handicap to make the race more fair for the bottom five, and then they seek to get to the next location.”

“Where do they stay outside of the Village of the Damned?” Steph asked.

“Most will run straight through to Candover despite their exhaustion,” I said, laughing. “You will see why.”

“Would you like me to put our dear Duchess in the Great Game?” James asked. We all chorused our approval, but the criminal shook in her bonds, her eyes wide and high cheeks streaking with tears.

The Great Game was a month distant when James signed her up, which gave us all time to help Lara prepare. With most of the farming done, James had her sent to Drasha for more training. Steph went down with Lara and stayed there to help in the preparations.

“Are there jockeys?” Neville asked. He stayed close to James like a child, and I had long since decided that he was simple in some way; not his fault, but not the sort of boy that would do well in our land.

“No,” I answered. “We will watch from where we like. The owners of the animals can control them remotely.”

We watched as Drash demonstrated; the harness on Lara had a box that rested near the small of her back, and it was this that her reins were connected to. A mobile app allowed Drasha now, and James later, to direct Lara by the reins, as the box would tighten and pull the lines taut, tugging on her jaw, breasts, and cunt lips, rewarding her with pleasurable pulses when she was good and painful shocks when she was disobedient.

By the time the Great Game began, Lara was reacting to the box at the base of her spine as if she had been born to do that and nothing else.

The other animals on display were all gorgeous in their own way. The Countess Nefaria, her face covered in a pretty golden lattice, presented her animal, Katie. Katie was shaved bald, her eyes downcast, and she never stopped trembling. Her fingers had been glued together, we could see, and she had been pierced in several enticing places. A man named Wesker brought in his animal, Scarlet, a small Asian woman with short hair and fierce eyes who bit and kicked until her punishments forced her into compliance. Ivo did not surprise anyone by entering his own animal, a criminal he had renamed Karma. She had won the race for three years running, a record in this new era of the Great Game.

“So many people wonder where in the world she is,” Ivo said, laughing as he clasped Neville on the back, “but I know. She is here with me, and will be for another five years!”

The scientist Paracelsus presented his animal, Punky, a lovely redhead with a stripe of purple near the front of her bangs. He seemed bored by the event, and quickly approached the Emperor to discuss matters of state while his animal was left to the affections of various children. She was joined by another redhead, this one a former model and actress that Neville recognized, as her owner left to discuss things with the Countess.

“Her name is Tiger now, I've heard,” James said. “You should go sample her. Harry is free with offering her charms - apparently, he bored of his jackpot quickly.”

Another criminal, this one a raven-haired beauty named Innocent, looked around herself with wide and frightened eyes. Her owner, a wealthy member of America's oligarchy, explained that she was a recent acquisition, a murderer and drug dealer that had been sold to him at a discount rate by a lawyer his son had an internship with.

“She still needs breaking in,” William Millstone said, slipping one hand in his pocket while rolling a glass of scotch in the other. “I'm thinking of leaving her with Drasha for a year, seeing how that works out.” I nodded, and told him I would make sure the two of them had a chance to speak during the next few days.

A shrill laugh caught the attention of Steph, and she raced over to embrace a friend of hers – Karin Kanzuki, heir to a Japanese Empire, who was leading up a cute little girl in a sexualized school girl outfit. Her animal's attire caught the attention of all gathered, the girl flushing as children batted at her skirts; it was highly unusual for an animal to wear anything other than a harness, though there were no rules against this.

“I didn't know you were here,” Karin said, smiling with delight.

“Is this your little rival?” Steph asked, rustling the bound girl's hair.

“Yes, yes, she lost a bet and is mine for the next few weeks,” Karin said, laughing. “We decided to spend it training, so to speak.” The blonde had an impish grin, and her charge, Dearest, had a tension to her that the others lacked. I wondered how she would feel and taste, and made a mental note to try her at the earliest oppurtunity.

The last two were Gutters and Speedy, the former owned by a business man named Roman Sionis who covered his face with a black mask, the latter by a quiet man who answered to the name Ra's.

“Gutters is more of a house cat these days,” Roman said, his expression unreadable behind his mask. His animal knelt at his feet, pressing the short black hair on her scalp into his kneading fingers, “but it's always good to get your pets out, let them get some exercise.”

“Agreed,” Ra's answered, nodding his head. He said nothing more, leaving Speedy with Tiger and Punky. When James added Duchess to their number, it brought some smiles from those assembled.

“You finally decided to race her, huh?” Harry asked.

“My friends persuaded me,” James answered, clasping Harry on the back. “Have you met Neville and Steph Stothard?” He walked off to introduce them.

Dinner was served, everyone catching up and then catching a night cap before going to take a look at the animals. They had all been tied to display, their collars keeping them standing straight, their hands bound behind their backs and their legs kept apart by ties to their ankles, heavy ball gags inflated in their mouths to keep them silent.

Other than their bindings, all were naked.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Karin asked Dearest, hovering over her pet with with an odd air of protection. The animal nodded, and so did Karin, hugging her. “Good luck.”

Everyone wandered around the animals, touching them, toying with them, discussing their viability. Bets were laid, and then the various owners discussed the virtues of their animals for the rest of the Parmistani people on a closed video feed. More bets were made, with the race to begin in the morning.

“How do you think Duchess will do?” I asked James. He grinned at me.

“I've known Lara for her whole life,” James asked. “There's fear of being handed over to the crowd to go alongside her training and her will to win. I think she's got the first two days at least.”

“And then?” I asked, but he only grinned at me, shaking his head as he clasped my back.

“Then there is the Village of the Damned.”

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Next up, the race in three chapters. Right now, conversation: all replies, questions, feedback, and comments will be answered here http://www2.adult-fanfiction.org/forum/index.php/topic/36931-metroid-the-bergman-affair-feedback-comments-and-workshopping/page-10 This story is an experiment, so feedback is very much appreciated and sometimes expands the story - MF, in particular, gave me too many good ideas for the race for me not to use them. Thanks, man. I'm also curious to see if anyone can guess the identities of the other racers. There's no prize to be had; I'm just curious, is all. Next chapter should be up tomorrow. Thanks for reading~!
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