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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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Lara screamed. James thrashed, putting on a good show, but we held him back easily.

“You can't do thiahhhhhh!” The guard who had whipped Lara before did so again, turning her last word into a mindless expression of pain. The guard on her other side moved closer, taking out a pair of scissors and pressing them against the small of her back, cutting upwards though the shirt she wore. She tried to struggle but her bonds held her tight as that same guard cut the sleeves from her, then down her front so that the shirt we had given her fell away, exposing her.

I appraised her, certain in what was to become of her now and weighing that against her. She was a fine animal in fine shape, the muscles of her back and shoulders sleek, her long legs meant for running, jumping. This was a beast used to movement, a powerful animal, one that would be enjoyed again and again once she learned her place.

The scissors press downward, cutting into the hem of the panties she was given, and she stiffens when the cold metal presses into her cleft. As the gauzy material falls away, I see that she trims and smile – a chemical is applied to her body with horsehair paintbrush, everywhere from neck down, and she screams again as her hair is burned in the follicles. It is a healthier choice, to make her like this, and we would do this for the hair on her head as well if I did not think that James would regret that.

Nude and denuded, a shocked and bewildered Lara's arms are wrapped in leather before her wrists are let free. It is simplicity itself for the guards to fold her arms into a square behind her back and to fasten them in place, each wrist pressed against the opposite elbow.

“I'll kill you for this~!” Lara screams. She is cursing, trying to free herself, but she shuts her mouth when she sees what is coming next – a bit gag. A guard chuckles and shakes his head before grabbing her by the tit and striking her ass with folded whip, causing her to gasp. They are used to dealing with prisoners like Lara, and have fought the harsh winters of our country: what is her strength compared to that?

The bit is worked into her mouth. She tries to force it out with her tongue, not knowing that it is designed to clasp on that muscle. She tries to free her tongue only to draw the bit further in, until the hard rubber bar rests on the corner of her lips. Her smoky voice is now robbed of words, capable only of making animal sounds: grunts, moans, and screams.

As she struggles to free her tongue, the rest of the headpiece that the bit is attached to is fitted around her lovely features. The blinders limit her vision to what is directly in front of her, and a high-necked collar is fitted under the rope, then fastened to it. Her neck is now locked stiff and in place, facing forward, and we can see her terrified eyes as she tries to comprehend what is being done to her.

One leg is tied at the knee before that ankle is released, but any freedom is short lived – the same clever pulley system that holds her neck pulls her leg up, holding her helpless and forcing all her weight on other quivering leg. She stops struggling, trying and failing to see what will be done to her. We watch with no such difficulty as a long leather boot is wrapped around her calf and thigh, the shoe portion forcing her onto the ball of her foot with a vicious high heel.

The exterior of the boot has a weighted and elongated bottom that will make walking both easier and more difficult for her. The ankle support is quite good, I am told, though the lack of movement there will keep her from making any unexpected leaps. Given what we saw she being capable of, it is important to enforce such limitations.

After the boot is secured, her leg is lowered, refastened to the ankle bar, and the same process happens with the other. With both boots in place she has gained six inches in height, and she teeters as she tries to adjust. The guards re-adjust her neck rope, helping her and holding her steady, but I do not think she would thank them if she were still capable of speech.

The corset comes next, the steel-reinforced leather wrapped around her slim midriff. I explain to James that this is to help with her training – the corset will keep her posture steady and force her to behave. Indeed, with tightening, they are able to compress her waist by two inches, taking a lot of the fight out of her as she struggles merely to breathe.

I share a look with the guard tightening the corset. She is the one that Lara gave a black eye to, so it is not surprising when she tightens the corset another inch. Lara's eyes bug out and she whines in protest, but the corset is fitted and secured. It will not go anywhere, and it will keep her on her best behavior.

The corset is part of a larger harness that cups and frames her chest, presenting her breasts in a way that is inviting to the eye while still offering support. The guards fasten other straps from her corset to her collar, forming a harness, and Lara is trying to look downward – she can feel the weight dangling below her, but not see what it is awaiting her.

A loop on the front of the corset is found, the strap dangling between her legs worked into it and pulled just tight enough for Lara to feel the two intruders that will soon have a home inside her. Both are modestly sized, but she still tries to shake her head, denying this truth as they are lubed and placed at the entrance to her holes.

Carefully, both are fitted inside her. She closes her eyes when the first is worked into the slick folds of her pussy, perhaps praying to some deity, then opens her eyes wide when the other is forced into her rectum. She tries to scream, shaking, but all the guards must do is pull the strap tight to force them in and there is nothing she can do to stop them. Whimpering, begging with her eyes, she is shattered as both dildos finish their invasion.

The strap is secured to the corset, one of the guards patting the exposed skin beneath her legs, tracing the line of her hip downwards and pulling the soft flesh of her lower lips around the line that holds dildos inside her. There is nothing that Lara can do about this, and it brings a smile to the faces of we just people of glorious Parmistan to see this foreign criminal brought so low and humbled.

Process is not done, though. She is a beast, an animal to be trained, and she must be directed as an animal. The reins go through a ring at the back of her neck, six lines, three to a side. The first two are fitted to either side of the rubber in her mouth, allowing anyone to guide her by pulling left or right. She tries to buck her head, but this rebellion is not unexpected.

Ice is brought out and placed against and around her nipples. She shivers and tries to move, but there is nowhere for her to go and no movement that she is capable of. As her nipples harden, two of the other reins are worked into place and clamped to one nipple, then the other. Lara screams, trying to shake her head, but even that is not impossible for her.

Lastly, the final two lines fall out of Lara's sight, tickling her inner thighs. The puffy outer lips, slick with sweat and arousal, are pulled taut, the lines fastened to each of them. The reins that are attached to her nipples and labia are tested, found tight, Lara whimpering at the test as her face turns red. It is unlikely thar she could never have imagined being directed in such an intimate way, but this is her reality now.

We watch as that knowledge settles into her. She is trying not to cry.

As a final touch, small bells are connected to her nipples and clit, pulling down on those sensitive parts of her body, wavering as she moves and making a sound that we all find pleasing to the ear. Well, all of us that are human – the great Lara Croft, Duchess of Arlington, Tomb Raider, is now nothing more than a beast.

The strap that holds her ankles in place is released, but not before a hobble rope is set to restrict her stride. She has two feet of slack with which to walk. The guards disconnect her collar from the ceiling, then help her take her first tentative steps. She stumbles, nearly falling, but I am certain she will relearn grace.

We watch, Ivo and James and I, the sway of her ass as she is led from the courthouse and over to the farm, where Drasha waits to begin the Croft woman's training.

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And now we get to the meet of the thing. Abandon all hope, ye who enter here - Lara has entered a special sort of hell and we're about halfway done. Next chapter should go up sometime Monday, so read, enjoy (or not), and have a good weekend. Feedback, reviews, et al are appreciated and will be responded to here: http://www2.adult-fanfiction.org/forum/index.php/topic/36931-metroid-the-bergman-affair-feedback-comments-and-workshopping/page-9
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