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Disclaimer: I do not own Tomb Raider. I do not own Dead or Alive. I make no money from writing this story.

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Author's note... Thanks to my reviewers.

Shade – sure, if you have a suggestion about how you want the story to play out, just post it in your next review. Can't guarantee I'll follow it, but maybe will give me some inspiration for future chapters.

DrkVrtx – Thanks, glad you like the descriptive passages. That's one of my favorite things about writing these stories, describing Lara's body in revealing outfits, as you can probably tell from this chapter!

Jviper – Also thanks for the quality review. And yeah, I agree, going straight to sex-slave territory would be a total bore. I have no intention of making Lara a mindless fucktoy. It's more interesting to write actual stories with events, characters, cliff-hangers etc, hopefully like this new thread will play out. I'm not taking commissions now, but if you have any suggestions on how you want Taming the Raider to play out, I'd be willing to listen. Just post in the reviews section.

MF – yeah, same goes as I said above. Lara will remain herself throughout my story. Brain-washing makes for dull plots.

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Part 5: Hong Kong Nip Slips

The bright neon cityscape of downtown Hong Kong flashed past Lara's limousine window. Massage parlours jostled for space with sex toy shops and street food vendors. Huge video screens blared their colourful advertisements from sky scraper walls on either side of the wide, car-jammed road. But Lara's custom-built Cadillac One stretch limousine sped past the congestion in the emergency lane. One of the perks of being invited here by one of the city's richest men. Not the limo; that was Lara's. But the free pass to bypass traffic and proceed directly to a towering building located almost dead centre of the city's world famous financial district came courtesy of one Nobu Itagaki, the twenty-first century poster boy for games developers the world over – Asia's answer to Bill Gates, Gabe Newell, and Mark Zuckerberg all rolled into one, and still only nineteen years old.

Deep bass rap music reverberated through the car as Lara snapped open her compact and applied a layer of glossy red lipstick to her full, naturally pouting lips. She pursed her lips and rubbed them together, checking over her appearance in the small oval mirror. Her thick chestnut brown hair was arranged immaculately on top of head tonight, in an artistic upswept style. This left Lara's honey-hued shoulders and graceful, swan-like neck completely bare, with just a few loose tresses falling down around her face to frame her beautiful, high cheek-boned features. A little smoky eyeliner and some subtly applied mascara rendered Lara's big hazel eyes even more captivating than usual. And twin tear-drop diamond earrings and a sterling silver necklace with a single, blood-red twenty-five caret ruby as its centrepiece added a touch of class, and a signifier of wealth, that made Lara's well-bred good looks shine just that little bit brighter.

Whatever degree of sophistication Lara's beautiful face and expensive accessories leant her appearance however, was immediately undercut by her outfit. Her dress was a one piece black mini-dress with a strapless neck line barely high enough to cover Lara's perky nipples. Describing it as skin-tight would be like describing Hong Kong's Yuen Long district as 'a little crowded'. Its shiny black silk clung to every square inch of Lara's curvaceous athletic figure like a semi-transparent layer of spray paint. And its lower hemline was cut well above mid-thigh, barely reaching low enough to cover the undersides of Lara's heart-shaped ass-cheeks.

Zip had had it custom made, two sizes too small for his boss's hourglass curves, from the finest, thinnest silk currently available on the market. As Lara checked over her reflection in the limo's mirror-tinted windows she now realized that this had the rather alarming side effect of rendering the fabric almost completely see-through. Even under the dim interior lights of the limo, she could clearly make out the contours of her braless breasts and the outlines of her nipples beneath the flimsy black fabric. Every lacy detail of her satin thong panties would also be visible to even the most casual observer, she realized. She shuddered to think of the field day the paparazzi were going to have the moment she stepped out of the car.

“Hey, cheer up, Lara!”, Zip shouted enthusiastically over the rap music. “You ask me, you lookin' damn fine in that outfit. Good enough to fuckin' eat, babe!”

“Well, I didn't ask you, did I Zip?”, Lara replied cooly, tugging at the dress' neck-line in a vain attempt to cover up even a modicum of her buoyant cream-white cleavage. “And if you know what's good for you, that will be the last time you call me that, ever”.

Zip shot her a mock-threatened expression for a moment, then burst out laughing.

“Damn, girl”, he gasped a moment later, after he had laughed himself out. “You just don't give up, do you?”

The tuxedo-attired black man hopped over from the limo's mini-bar to crash lazily on the seat next to Lara. Leaning back, he draped one arm over Lara's shoulders and blatantly stared at her cleavage. Lara re-crossed her legs away from Zip and refused to meet the black man's leering gaze.

“Even after all the times me and Alister been giving it to you over the past week, and I mean really fuckin' givin' it to you in every damn hole of your body where a dick fits, you still gonna swing this holier-than-thou, tough girl attitude every chance you get, huh?”.

Lara glanced at the black man's hand on her shoulder. She willed herself to grab it, to twist his thumb parallel with his forearm, snap his wrist and mangle his tendons in an arm-lock she had used countless times to take down men twice Zip's size. But her body simply refused to obey her commands. It was the most infuriating sensation the once-indomitable Tomb Raider had ever experienced.

“I swear, Zip”, she hissed through gritted teeth, “you and Alister are going to regret ever having laid so much as a finger on me. When I find a way to break this control you have over me, I'm going to...”

“Yeah, yeah”, Zip talked over her, “you're gonna kick us in the nuts and stick lit flares up our butts until we glow like a couple a' human jack o' lanterns, right?”. The black man casually let his hand slip from Lara's shoulder. He cupped her full right breast and gave it a gentle squeeze. As Lara clenched her jaw and tried to ignore him, Zip hooked his fingers inside the top of her dress and started slowly pulling it down. “Seriously, Lara, when are you gonna realize? You're not the woman you once were”. Lara's neckline stretched down low on one side. Her perfect pink nipple popped up over the black silk. Zip kept going. “You're not the world famous Lara Croft, Tomb Raider, scourge of the criminal underworld anymore. You're just a long-legged, big-tittied, tight-assed hot little white bitch, who's gonna do whatever she's told, whenever she's told it, with a smile on her face. No questions asked”.

As Lara seethed at her former employee's cocky tone, Zip yanked her neckline down a final few inches, and her perfect DD-cup breast bounced free from her dress. Zip cupped the tender white underside of Lara's full right tit and jiggled it up and down a few times in his palm, savouring the luxurious weight and suppleness of Lara's tear-drop shaped mammary. Lara felt her cheeks blush, tried to avert her eyes, but she couldn't avoid noticing the long, thick bulge that was filling out the inseam of Zip's tuxedo pants.

“Speaking of which”, Zip added, “how 'bout we go over the plan for tonight one more time. There's still a while before we get to Itagaki's building. I just wanna make sure there's no misunderstanding before things get underway”. He casually yanked down the other side of Lara's dress, causing both of the tomb raider's supple white melons to bounce free, which Zip then proceeded to grope and fondle as Lara found herself compelled to obey his command.

“Very well”, she reverted to a neutral business-like tone as she recited the plan, determined not to let Zip's goading get to her. “You and Alister, being the geniuses that you are, have discovered a slight flaw in your brilliant master plan. (nngh..) Although the brain scan you carried out on me worked rather well, and you have (gnn..), you have been able to accurately recreate my personality in your ridiculous little game, the hardware requirements for running such an advanced A.I. program are beyond the specs of the average gamer's PC setup by, what was it? Roughly a hundred-fold? (gasp!)”. Lara's calm exterior faltered for a moment when Zip grabbed the back of her neck and pushed her down over his lap.

“NNGgghh!! Damnit Zip, what are you doing?!”, she protested angrily as her employee leaned over her legs, hooked one arm under both of her thighs, then hoisted her lower body up onto the creaking leather upholstery. Zip easily manoeuvred Lara's weakly resisting body until she was laying over his lap, with her slim belly pressed down against his cock, and her thick curvy bubble-ass thrust up for his inspection.

“Yeah, that's the back story, babe”, the black man palmed Lara's heart-shaped ass and gave it a firm squeeze beneath her dress. He marvelled at how his fingers sank a couple of centimetres deep into the tomb raider's supple ass flesh before encountering the taut bedrock of her gym-toned glutes. “Now, let's get to the meat of the matter. What're we doin' tonight when we march into Itagaki's party?”.

Lara fumed mutely for a few seconds, feeling Zip's big hot cock strain up against her belly. But again it was no use; she found herself irresistibly compelled to obey.

“Yes, the party. (Nnngh) Tonight we're going to pay a visit to Nobu Itagaki. A prodigious tech wunderkind whose ground-breaking innovations in the field of AI, and jet-setting playboy lifestyle, have grabbed headlines for the past few years throughout most of the developed world. He's also developed a processing algorithm that vastly reduces the memory requirements for artificial intelligence constructs, so... Damnit Zip, do you really have to do.... that?! It's very distracting!”

“Sorry babe”, Zip grinned. The lascivious black man was massaging Lara's smooth bubbly ass-cheeks with both hands.

“You been waving this juicy white booty in my face for the past three years. Damned if I ain't gonna take every chance I get to grab a piece of it now that you're just givin' it away!” He landed a few playful swats on the undersides of Lara's ass-cheeks, admiring their fleshy jiggle beneath the tight black silk of her dress, before ordering her to continue.

“So, at the party, I'm supposed to (ungh) seduce Itagaki and convince him to give me a (mnn) private tour of his penthouse suite. Once we're alone I should (ngh..) plug your portable data-miner into his personal computer terminal and then (gasp), and then keep Itagaki distracted long enough for you to find the algorithm and download it”.

“Yeah, keep him distracted”, Zip mocked. “That's a nice way of saying suck his dick, right?”

Ignoring Lara's ineffectual squirming, Zip bunched up the slippery black fabric of her dress in his fist. Then, taking care not to rip the gossamer-thin silk, he started yanking it up over her hips – once, over her right cheek, again, over her left cheek, then a third time, all the way up to her lower back – until the smooth white globes of Lara's thick bubble-ass were laid bare for his eyes to feast on. The tomb raider's thong panties were little more than a tapering black V of shiny, lacy satin that rode low on Lara's hips and disappeared deep into the crevice of her peach-like ass-cleavage. Zip stroked his palms slowly over the contours of her hips. He'd always loved the way his boss's hourglass curves flared out above her long atheltic thighs, before slimming back down again at her girlish waist. “Damn girl”, he sighed, “you just built for fuckin'. Ain't no way Itagaki's gonna be able to resist you!”

“Yes, well, it's not quite the approach I'd usually opt for”, Lara replied acidly, doing her best to ignore Zip's roaming hands. “I'd rather just break into the building gun blazing, then take what I want (gnn...) Care to explain to me again why we can't just do that?”

Zip reached under Lara's torso and grabbed a breast in one hand. His other hand remained firmly on her rear, squeezing and groping the tomb raider's perfectly toned globes of supple young ass-flesh. She could feel his cock straining up against her belly like a bar of hot iron.

“Nah,” the black man replied unhurriedly, loving the fact that he no longer had to tolerate his boss's prissy attitude. “I ain't gotta explain nothin' to you, Lara, not no more”.

SMACK!!

He landed an ass-jiggling spank on Lara's upraised buttocks, drawing a gasp of outrage from the indignant tomb raider.

“I say jump, girl...”

WHAP!!

“And you say 'how high?'”

THWAPP!!

“Unnngh!!”, Lara couldn't help but grunt as Zip's palm came down hard against the underside of her left ass-cheek, sending a shockwave rippling across the surface of her taut globes.

“I say suck some guy's dick...”

WHAP!!

“And you say 'should I swallow?'”

SMACK!!

“And I think we both know what the answer to that question is always gonna be!”, he laughed.

WHAP!!

Zip's big palm came down hard against Lara's now-stinging buttocks, drawing another gasp from the squirming tomb raider. Then he slid his other hand up from her breast to her throat. Taking a firm grasp just under her jaw, Zip pulled Lara's head up, forcing the furious tomb raider to arch her lower back and thrust her ass up even higher over his lap. The techie turned his boss's head until she made eye contact with him. He could see the anger and indignation in her big beautiful eyes.

“You honourless bastard!”, she spat at him. “Controlling me with this damn program! Making me do all those disgusting things to you and Alister! I regret the day I ever trusted the two of you enough to let you into my life, into my home, only to have you betray me like this. For your own sordid sexual desires!! Men like you disgust me!!”

The way she glared at him with barely restrained animosity, squaring her plump ruby lips in a snarl of utter contempt, her breath coming out in short angry gasps between perfect white teeth gritted in pure feminine fury; the way Lara looked right at that moment made Zip's cock strain hard against the front of his tuxedo slacks.

Indulging a fantasy he had harboured since almost the first day he had met Lara, the techie wanted nothing more than to kiss his boss at the height of one of her prissy bitch fits. And so he did. Quickly leaning in, Zip covered Lara's glossy red lips with his own thick black ones and forced his tongue into her mouth. Their eyes remained locked, close-up, as Zip took his time savouring the sweet taste of Lara's saliva. The tomb raider's eyes wide and burning with outrage, Zip's relaxed and amused by her stubborn insistence on still not giving in to him. He continued to grope her firm upthrust ass as they kissed, landing an occasional spank on her jiggling buttocks just to make Lara grunt and mumble angrily into their steamy make-out session.

Finally, Zip broke off from the kiss and pushed his boss back onto the seat beside him. Lara emerged breathless from the coupling, hissing expletives and promising painful retribution. Zip just stood up and swaggered over to the bar, where he poured himself a glass of expensive red wine. Sipping the rich ruby nectar he noticed the limo was beginning to slow down. And sure enough, ducking down to peer out through the side window, the tuxedo-attired techie realized that they had almost arrived.

“Sweet”, he grinned. “I've been waiting to do something like this my whole damn life, Lara. Kickin' it gangsta style straight outta a limo, down a red carpet with some high society piece of ass on my arm”.

He turned to look at Lara, who was a gorgeous half-dressed mess on the limo's back seat. Pushing her dress down over her thighs and hastily hitching up her top in a vain attempt to cover as much of her bare tits as possible, she looked genuinely mortified by the situation. Outside the limo was a huge bank of photographers. They lined either side of the red carpet that lead up to the front of Itagaki Towers ten-deep. Lara snatched some tissues to wipe away the lipstick that Zip had smeared around her mouth. Then she hastily retouched her hair in the mirrored windows, tucking a few loose strands back in place as the limo glided to a halt beside the pristine red carpet that looked about thirty meters long. Lara gulped, dreading every step she would have to take down that thing with Zip beside her. She just knew the lascivious techie had some fresh humiliation in store for her.

Before she could readjust her dress' neckline to adequately conceal the upper half-moons of her perky nipples, a concierge appeared outside the window and the limo door swung open. Lara noticed the boy's expression of shock upon seeing her slutty outfit quickly turn to one of lust as he stood aside and gestured for her to alight.

“Come on, babe”, Zip grinned at Lara's ass behind her. “Time to face the music”. He gave her barely covered behind a firm shove with one hand, and Lara stumbled out from the limo. She staggered forward a few paces on her six-inch stiletto heels before regaining her balance.

A sudden hush fell over the assembled crowd of mostly male paparazzi as all eyes focused on Lara. She heard a few whispered comments circulating:

“Is that really...?”

“Lara Croft?”

“... fuckin' slut must be a look-alike in that outfit...”

“... can totally see her tits...”

“...check out that thick ass...”

Then one broad London-accented voice shouted above the rest:

“Get yer tits out, Lara!!”

And the whole scene descended into chaos. A blinding constellation of camera flashes erupted on either side of her. Lewd comments, wolf whistles and cat calls echoed all around them as Zip emerged from the limo to stand beside Lara.

WHAP!!

The techie landed another firm spank on Lara's ass, drawing yet another gasp of surprise from his humiliated boss. Slipping on a pair of mirrored sunglasses, he struck gangsta poses beside Lara, blatantly palming her ass with one hand while her reputation among the global social elite plummeted at a rate of a hundred shutter-snaps a second.

“Move dat ass, babe”, Zip addressed Lara while still grinning out at the crowd. “I wanna see you sashay those hips all the way up to the entrance. Give these guys something worth shooting their loads over tonight! And smile, bitch”, he added gruffly. “Look like you're having a good time while your name gets dragged through the mud”.

Lara was almost too mortified to be angry at this point. Every direction she looked was a clamouring mass of long distance lenses, all of them focusing on her as their owners zoomed in on her heavily made-up face, autofocused on her bra-less breasts beneath her see-through dress, captured shots of her thighs and ass that she just knew would be all over the internet an hour later, being downloaded by dirty old men and pimply masturbating teenagers the world over.

But try as she might, Zip's orders overrode any impulse Lara might have had to cover up her tits and retain a modicum of dignity, or to sprint the thirty meters that lay between her and the comparative privacy of Itagaki Towers at the other end of the red carpet. Against her will, a million-dollar smile spread over Lara's face. She squared her shoulders, grasped her tasteful gold Gucci purse in her right hand, raised her chin and slowly sashayed her way between the two banks of jeering paparazzi for what seemed to Lara like a long, long time.

“Yeah, that's the spirit, Lara”, Zip grinned beside her. “Fuckin' work that carpet!” He made sure the cameras caught his right hand roaming all over Lara's ass, even 'accidentally' pushing her dress' tight lower hemline up a few inches so the snappers could catch a few shots of Lara's taut round ass-cheeks, split by the tapering seat of her lacy thong panties, before she was even halfway up the red carpet.

Belied by her perpetual movie-star smile, the Tomb Raider's heart was sinking as she now began to realize the true extent of the control that her morally bankrupt former employees now had over her.

She shuddered to think of what new indignities she would have to endure before this night was over.

End of Part 5....
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