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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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Dawn came with a surprising quickness, as it always did on the morning of the Great Game. There was good wine and conversation to be had throughout the night and into morning, quiet orgies meant to whet the appetite of the larger orgies to come. James was pleased that Lara proved to be a popular animal among both our visiting dignitaries and the locals, many of whom had sampled her over the past couple of years in one fashion or another. She did well at the betting booths, claiming a good amount of attention.

"Duchess is popular," Ivo said, clasping me on the back as he mulled over his morning wine, "but trust me, experience counts for much in the Great Game."

Scarlet, Punky, and Gutters also received high odds and much attention from the crowds, and Speedy got a great deal of interest. Smart wagers were made on her taking an early lead and puttering out before the finish, though some thought she might make it through the Village of the Damned. Karin seemed pleased by this, she and Steph sitting and toying with Lara as they discusses the differences between the two.

"Dearest has a drive to win that rival's that of Duchess," Karin said, laughing as Steph fingered her former friend. Lara winced but did offered no complaint, and the two women allowed the stablehands to lead Lara away when they came to claim and dress her.

Paraculsus seemed uninterested in the Great Game, as his reasons for being here were always his own and this was the first year he'd entered his pet into the Game itself. He spent most of his time speaking with Wesker about alchemical processes, the two of them speaking of chemical formulas the rest of us could not hope to understand. They both politely ignored Roman's attempts to join their conversation, preferring his two absent partners to him.

William Millstone's animal got the lowest rating, which only seemed to amuse him.

“I want Innocent good and broken in,” he told me, the two of us sitting with James in the early morning. “You know she still answers to the name Rebecca? Disgraceful. Once we get her up to snuff, she'll be a good graduation present for my son.”

I nodded, along with James and a wandering Ivo. We all of us understood. My own children were coming of age, and were eyeing both James' property and Ivo's with hungry eyes. I knew I would have to provide something for them soon, and I knew from their handling of Lara and Karma that they knew how to take responsibility for an animal.

All of us went down to the stables to see the animals prepared. The stablehands were gentle in the dressing and cleaning, their frustration obvious – there was to be no release for either them or the animals, nothing that might take away from the ability to perform. The Great Game was soon, and the release would come later. Still, that did not stop one stablehand from licking her way up Lara's slick thigh, and shudder that slithered across the former Tomb Raider's skin was proof of how tense she had become.

The harnesses the animals were placed within were slim leather, looping up and caressing hips, breasts, and shoulders before looping down between the legs, the leather leaving holes for the animal stuffing. Each racer had been given a different color; my dear friend had chosen a dusky brown that complimented Lara's skin color. Scarlet, Tiger, Speedy, and Karma wore various shades of red, while Katie and Gutters were in daring shades of purple. Innocent was in basic black, her harness cruel, but it was Dearest who stood out.

Karin had decked her animal in a short blue skirt that barely covered anything and a white sailor's shirt that barely hid the underside of her breasts, both hinting at the white harness underneath. It was a choice that caused quite a lot of comment, and I heard Ivo say that he looked forward to ripping the costume off of that particular animal.

All of the ponies had boots lacing to mid-thigh, all of their toes forced into vicious points. Some of them shuffled in place, trying to get used to a standing that was only possible because of a curving arch that kept them up. Duchess and Karma were used to this, and Gutters clearly remembered it. The rest had only the time it took to take them from the stables to the starting line to get used to the weight, and of those two I knew that Lara was the stronger runner.

Finally, the bits kept the animal's mouths open, trapping their tongues, and all of them were drooling as they were taken to the start line. Blinders were put in place, limiting each field of vision to straight ahead, though each animal shivered as the unseen crowds around them roared approval and catcalled the flesh that might soon be theirs.

As expected, Duchess and Karma started with a hurried trot the moment a shot started the race. Speedy tried to run but her balance was off and she tumbled - it was Gutters, Scarlet, and Dearest that managed to adapt fastest, moving forward as the other struggled forward. Katie in particular had trouble, blubbering into her bit, but a quick investigation revealed that the Countess was absently playing with her controlling device.

“I don't care if Katie wins,” the Countess confessed, her lips twisted in a cruel smile. “I just like knowing that she suffers.”

The pathway between Candover and Routard was clear and mostly straight, having been prepared for the race; there would be no accidents, and the peasantry of our glorious land had come out to watch the passing animals, reaching out to hold them steady when they lost balance, groping them before letting them continue.

Lara kept a steady pace, bouncing along as James directed her with his phone. We could see when the reins pulled on her, directing her with an intimacy she could not ignore. Thanks to the cameras watching her, we could see that her eyes were focused directly in front of her, her trust in her owner complete. Karma was much the same.

Beside James, Ivo focused on directing his own animal. Karin stood nearby and tittered, directing Dearest – the slim girl was gaining on Karma, her skirt kicking up to reveal the slickness that was pouring out of her, but neither of them had managed to close any distance with the dextrous Miss Croft.

Lara was slick with sweat and panting by the time she reached Routard, but reach it first she did. James went to meet her, her pulling her into a tight embrace, ripping the gag from her mouth and pulling her hair back so that he could kiss her deeply. She flushed adn simpered, accepting his affections, and his pleasure was obvious for he had won.

Karma and Dearest came next, mere minutes after Lara had crossed the line, and the nobility was eager to take them. Dearest, in particular, suffered the affections of dozens: she had her clothes ripped off of her by the waiting hands of our nobility, everyone eager to see what charms she thought she could hide. Karma, her eyes sullen, accepted the affections of a dozen suitors who were well versed in her use, but that did not make us desire her any less.

"She is as beautiful as he ever was," Ivo said, smiling as he watched his country men use his property. "More beautiful in captivity, perhaps."

I smiled and shook my head, clasping my cousin on the back. How could one argue with what was true?

Scarlet came fourth, thirty minutes after Dearest and Karma, followed soon thereafter by Gutters, and they were both led into the noble houses where they were unplugged and thrown into a sea of humanity, both of them left helpless as they were pulled, prodded, and fucked. James and I sat above it all, watching the orgy, both of us thrusting into Lara. Below, we watched Karin lead Steph to Dearest, and we both used Lara as a masturbation aid as Steph showed Dearest a goodly amount of affection.

The peasants collected the rest – Speedy, then Tiger, then Katie, followed an hour later by Punky and then Innocent. The waiting crowd was eager to take them, turning each into the centerpoint of an individual orgy that wove into a larger mass of writing moaning flesh, the animals being passed around into the early hours of morning.

Once all were spent, the animals were led to the stables to be cleaned and then locked in for rest. The next part of the race would be harder on all of them, and James and I were eager to see it.

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First part of the race, up and running. Any bets? Any takers? Any thoughts on to who is going to win this thing? If you have any comments or feedback, you can follow this link: http://www2.adult-fanfiction.org/forum/index.php/topic/36931-metroid-the-bergman-affair-feedback-comments-and-workshopping/page-11 , where I also reply to any and all reviews. There's also a list of the identities of the various ponies there and a summation of what brought them here, so if you want to know who someone is click the link and join the conversation. Next part should be up sometime tomorrow. Thanks for reading~!
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