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OK, Thanks for the reviews people. I will do my best to leave some feedback for anyone who comments on my stories...

So, MF, I'm not really sure what you mean by 'on the nose'. I'm just having fun with this story really and don't want to limit myself too much by restricting my ficitonal world to the standards and maxims set out by the creators of the universe(s) I write in. So it's very possible I will make things a little OTT sometimes, but come on, this is porn writing - it's not like it has to obey the rules. As for my bad guys being crude and lecherous, well, yes, they are, but not uniformly so. Alister is still very much the mastermind behind the operation - he is much more devious, conniving, and smooth-talking than Zip, who is just the tech brains and a conveniently large cock for Lara (and others) to struggle with. Itagaki needs a little work, I admit, but I'm still thinking him over. Soon, some female bad-guys should make their presence felt to add a little more colour to the proceedings Thanks for the feedback.

JViper, thanks for your continued support. But the inclusion of the DOA girls, and their enslavement to Itagaki, is not going to break any 4th walls in my story. In fact, their subjugation by him is all part of an overall plot-line which will have an ongoing impact on the next few parts of my story. As for the fight itself, yes, I'm not really interested in writing about hot girls beating the crap out of each other - not really one of my fantasies. But neither do I intend to have Lara 'break' and become a horny sex slave for Zip and Alister - it wouldn't really interest me to write about a strong female character like Lara if all her characteristic strength of personality (particularly towards members of the opposite sex) were suddenly not present. So she's not gonna start liking it any time soon, unfortunately for her... And yep, Zip and Alister are not gonna have an easy ride from here on out.

Replying to your latest review: Yes, the fight scene didn't work out as well as I had hoped. Reading it back, it feels much too static, lacking the fluidity of movement present in the real DOA fighting games. I'm a little disappointed I didn't do a better job there, but I certainly gave it my all - something I can certainly improve on in my furture writing, I guess. As for your predictions about how the next part is gonna play out... lol, glad I can at least slip a few plot twists past you - your assumption that Lara is gonna fight her way out is way off. That's all I'm saying for now though. Your reviews are much appreciated!

DrkVrtx - Thanks for that man. Glad to know some of the funny lines I throw in there are not wasted on my readers. Honestly, I have a blast writing these stories usually, and often make myself laugh out loud with some of the dialogue, particularly between stereotypical African-American guy Zip and equally stereotypical upper-middle-class British guy Alister, and let's not forget super-stereotypical rich Asian business guy Itagaki... as you can probably tell, I'm not taking things too seriously when I write - this is just a way to blow off steam and escape from reality for a while when I'm not working my busy day job. Also, thanks for your kind words about my descriptive technique - I could do with losing about 40% of my adj's and adv's if you ask me, but it's become like a compulsive grammar tick for me now to over-describe the female form with so many details. guess I just enjoy that too damn much to ever become a real writer, lol.

OK, SammyColt... thanks for defending my story there. And you are dead right about my Lara being the bad-ass no-nonsense Lara of pre-reboot Tomb Raider. I don't really find the new games all that compelling as far as fan fiction goes. Sure, they are undeniably better made, with compelling storylines, striking visuals, great combat etc... but I really miss the cock-teasing outfits and constant upskirts and downblouse camera angles of old... it was just more fun back then. De-sexualised Lara is such a let down for me... Hope you liked the latest chapters.

mty14 - I see your point, but writing long sex scenes that don't really take the story anywhere is no fun for me. If you want that kind of thing I think you may be disappointed with my future work...

FuckUSay - Thanks, I think...I didn't really intend to make Zip and Alister total assholes, just conniving lecherous douches who strike lucky... They will get their commupances soon enough though, kind of... mostly for Zip however, and some of which he may enjoy a little more than he should

And HunterOpera, wow, this is taking longer than I thought it would, lol... maybe I will take a leaf out of your book and start a forum discussion... I understand the parallel you mention between porn and horror – the build-up, the growing sense of dread/sexual tension that ultimately leads to a climactic scene of shock/terror/sex. I've read a few stories online by some classic porn-writers and found that the scenes which really interested me where the build-up, in which the heroine is still herself and struggling with the situations the bad guys throw at her in their hopes of subjugation. So these kinds of scenes are what I hope to write most often in my stories. I'm not really sure about my work being porn as art, lol... maybe not possible by definition, but I do try my best to create a riveting story with a few twists and turns, set in a world that at least I can believe in, and into which I can escape temporarily while writing – which is the main reason I'm doing any of this anyway. As a writer yourself, perhaps you can understand...

So thanks for your review! and I hope you have something to say about chapters 7 and 8... certainly took a lot of time and dedication for me to write them... far from perfect, I know, but they do set the scene for some interesting things to come. Ok, I'm gonna catch up on your latest chapters now... you should hear from me soon in your forums thread

Part 7

Fight Night Part One: The Warm-Up

Lara literally could not believe how quickly her current mission had gotten out of hand. Aside from being imprinted with some form of mind control conditioning that her former employees, Zip Edwards and Alister Fletcher, had cooked up in their basement tech lab back at Croft manor, the once-indomitable Tomb Raider had now become embroiled in an underground micro-bikini oil wrestling competition organised by one of Asia's richest, not to mention most perverted, teenage tech geniuses, Nobu Itagaki.

She now found herself being escorted, not entirely against her will, though very much contrary to her preference, down a long dark corridor and into the bowels of Itagaki Towers. The dimly lit hallway down which Lara's clicking heels now echoed had a pristine floor made of shiny black marble and was lined on either side by works of art that Lara knew must have cost a small fortune to amass. It led away from the billionaire teen's private balcony overlooking the floor of his exclusive men's club in downtown Hong Kong to... well, Lara really wasn't sure where they were headed.

Behind her, Itagaki himself was following at a distance of a few feet, flanked on either side by two gorgeous blonde bomb-shells whom he had introduced as Tina and Rachel. The two girls were both wearing short tight dresses, Tina's red, white and blue, Rachel's shiny purple, that clung to the curves of their hourglass figures like second skins, leaving very little to the imagination indeed. They were both also several inches taller than their diminutive sugar daddy, and were undeniably built to scale – each of them physical specimens of near-Amazonian perfection, sporting thick bubble-asses, long muscular legs, smoothly striated abs, and luscious natural racks that made even Lara's full 36-DD-cup tits appear if not exactly average, then certainly less attention-grabbing than usual by comparison. Lara couldn't help but wonder why two such formidable women would put up with Itagaki's constant abuse, both verbal and physical, and the crude sexual attentions that the teen forced on them with such seemingly laissez-faire attitudes.

The four of them finally reached a door at the end of the hallway, behind which Lara could hear a muffled voice excitedly making some form of announcement through a microphone. It sounded like a standard introduction to a boxing match, only in rapid-fire Japanese. Itagaki untangled himself from his curvaceous entourage and produced a slim silver swipe card from his back pocket. The metal door clicked unlocked and swung open.

“Oh, my God...”, Lara found herself looking out over a large, roughly cube-shaped room the likes of which she had never seen before.

At the centre was a five-by-five meter pool that appeared to be filled with some kind of clear liquid. Its surface gave off an iridescent gleam beneath the warm yellow spotlights that hung from the room's high ceiling on long metal cables. Four equidistant corners were set up around the pool, with neck-high rubber-encased ropes stretching between them, demarcating the boundaries of a large square area, like a boxing ring. And set back a few feet from the ropes, on a ledge high enough to afford an excellent view of the inside of the ring, was a single row of very comfortable-looking black leather recliners. Arching a curious eyebrow, Lara noticed another strange detail: before each of the seats were two padded steps of some kind, arranged parallel to each other and at a height of about six inches. They didn't look like footrests: not high enough, and at the wrong angle, tilting slightly away from the seats rather than towards them. Lara could only guess at what their function might be.

“Yes”, Itagaki grinned, coming up beside her. “You like, Ms. Croft?” He casually rested one hand on Lara's taut left ass-cheeks and gave it a squeeze beneath her tight black dress. “I build Itagaki Arena just for event like this. Impressive. I sure you agree”.

Lara wanted to swat away the teen's boldly roaming palm as she felt him cup the full round globe of her left ass-cheek and then sink his fingers deep into her yielding buttock, but Alister had already warned her about such outbursts; now the trembling Tomb Raider had no other option but to endure Itagaki's lecherous manhandling as she nodded her head and politely agreed with him.

“It is... (ngh) qu-quite an achievement, Itagaki-san...”, she stammered, feeling the teen's slender fingers push the back of her dress up a few inches as he unabashedly eased his hand under, and then inside, the garment's tight lower hemline.

“This where you fight Rachel, Ms. Croft”, the teen wasted no time finding the back of Lara's lacy thong panties. “Is simple match...”, he wormed his middle finger beneath the garments' slippery black satin as Lara's taut ass-cheeks tensed up and quivered with uneasiness. “Winner is girl who submit first. No holds barred...”, he continued. Lara swallowed hard and balled her fists as Itagaki slid his finger down along the line of her tender ass-cleavage. “But no body damage, Ms. Croft”, Itagaki warned. “No bruising, you understand?” The Tomb Raider nodded jerkily, infuriated by the fact that she couldn't stop Itagaki as he now eased his middle finger up into her asshole and wriggled it around. “Only submission hold, choke-out, face-sit. Put on good show, you get private meeting, we talk business. Clear?”

Lara gritted her teeth. She had never had to put up with this kind of treatment in her life. She knew for a fact that she could take Itagaki down in two seconds flat. Then it would only be a matter of dealing with his bimbo bodyguards, who did look a little more formidable than their master, but nothing she couldn't handle. Caving to this pervert's demands was ridiculous, no matter what Alister thought. She readied herself...

“Hold it, Lara....”, Alister's voice crackled a warning in her ear, “just let the boy do whatever he wants. I can see a violent spike in your biometrics, I know what you're thinking, but this is just the opportunity we've been looking for to move forward with our plans. I'm ordering you to calm down right now, and comply fully with whatever Itagaki's demands might be.”

“Y-yes”, Lara croaked out despite herself, feeling her face turn red as Itagaki forced his middle finger knuckle-deep into her asshole. “P-perfectly clear... (ung!) Itagaki-sama. All I want is to (ngh!...) i-is to come to a mutually beneficial arrangement between (nNNGgh!) b-between your company a-and myself”.

Unconsciously obeying Alister's commands, she angled her feet inwards a little, widening the distance between her stiletto heels until her knees were nearly touching. This receptive posture caused Lara's ass-cheeks to spread further open. Then arching her lower back and pushing her ass back into Itagaki's palm, Lara gave the teen unobstructed access to her tight rear entrance as he slowly thrust his finger back and forth between her trembling sweet-cheeks.

“Excellent, Ms. Croft”, the teenager grinned as the ring announcer finished his intros, and the final few audience members settled into their seats. “Self-control remarkable. Ass nice and tight. Itagaki look forward to fuck you later”. He yanked his middle finger out from Lara's asshole, drawing yet another breathy gasp from the humiliated Tomb Raider, then wiped it off on the insides of her thighs.

Lara hastily tugged her dress back down and rearranged her bunched up panties. Itagaki turned and thrust his middle finger into Rachel's mouth. He made the tall blonde bomb-shell suck it clean of any lingering traces of Lara's anal passage. The Tomb Raider couldn't help but feel a flicker of satisfaction when she noticed the grimace of disgust on her opponent's face.

“Smirk all you want, bitch”, Rachel hissed when Itagaki finally removed his finger. “I'm gonna have your face nose-deep in my ass inside of five minutes once we climb into that ring together! I'll make you beg before I let you submit!”

Lara side-eyed her disdainfully as Itagaki escorted them both down to the centre of the room. Wolf whistles and cheers erupted from the audience as they passed.

“I doubt that very much, Rachel”, Lara sneered. “The past several weeks of my life have sucked beyond the telling of them. I've just been aching for a chance to work out a few of my frustrations with some good old fashioned physical violence. And I'm afraid you're going to be the one on the receiving end”.

“We'll see, Lara”, Rachel kicked off her heels as they arrived ring-side. She bounced on the balls of her feet a few times, warming up. Lara had to admire the tall blonde's sleekly muscled thighs, and the luscious jiggle of her tits, as she shadow-boxed a few jabs then bent over at her waist and grabbed her ankles. Stretching out her long athletic legs with an impressive show of flexibility, Rachel effortlessly doubled her body over until her glossy blonde ponytail flipped over her head and brushed against the floor. The men behind her wolf-whistled their approval as Rachel's tight purple dress rode up over the backs of her thighs and laid bare the smooth white globes of her thick bubble-ass, split down the middle by a tiny purple thong.

Itagaki grabbed a mic and made a short announcement in Japanese, most of which was lost on Lara's nascent understanding of the language. Then he made his way up the room's central staircase to a throne-like seat with the best view of the ring, where Tina was waiting for him.

“Well, what are you waiting for, Lara?”, Alister demanded. “Get over to your corner and get ready for the match. There's no room for compromise here. You have to win, or else our plans are completely dashed!”

“Oh, and we wouldn't want that now, would we...”, Lara muttered as she strode confidently over to the corner opposite Rachel's. A slender brunette was waiting for her there, wearing black hot-pants and a matching sling-shot black bikini top.

“Hi, Lara!”, the girl greeted her with a million-dollar smile. “My name's Arianny, and I'll be helping you get ready for your match tonight!”

“Erm, hello Arianny...”, Lara hesitantly took the girl's proffered hand, and was drawn into a friendly hug. “Look, I'm a little confused... how exactly does one help someone to prepare for a bikini oil wrestling match?”

“Oh, don't be silly, Lara!”, Arianny beamed, moving back from their embrace and holding Lara at arm's length. With surprising speed she produced a pair of scissors seemingly out of thin air, then before Lara could stop her, made a small snip in the neck-line of her tight black mini-dress, just between the Tomb Raider's straining breasts. “Why, just like this, of course!”

Again exhibiting astonishing fleet of hand, she grabbed the neck-line of Lara's dress and, with a single smooth pull, ripped it open all the way down to her belly.

“What the bloody hell..?!”, Lara immediately tried to cover her bare tits with her forearms, but Arianny only giggled and, egged on by the crowd's raucous cheers of approval, pulled even harder at the tattered length of silk that had until a moment ago comprised the top half of Lara's dress. A smooth ripping sound was heard and Lara spun sideways, thrown off balance by the unravelling fabric of her dress as it unwound around her body. In no time at all, her entire dress had been reduced to a long thin strip of silk dangling from Arianny's hand. And Lara was left almost completely naked, demurely covering her breasts with her slender forearms, wearing nothing more than a lacy pair of black satin thong panties and her patent leather six-inch stiletto heels.

“Keep calm, Lara”, Alister sniggered. “All part of the show. You are going to comply unquestioningly. Let Arianny have her fun. Besides, I'm rather enjoying myself here”.

“I bet you are, you bloody wanker”, Lara muttered under her breath, before turning back to Arianny and asking politely: “Ok, what's next?”

The slim brunette's seductive smile was enticing, even to Lara. She held up a two-piece aqua-blue bikini that looked like it was made from about as much material as the average handkerchief. In her other hand she had a bottle of baby oil.

Her reply was a single word: “Guess”.

*******

“Damn Alister, you seein' this, man?”, Zip spoke quietly into the mic concealed in his bow tie. “Looks like Lara's gettin' the full treatment out there, and the fight ain't even begun yet”.

“Yes, I'm watching the whole thing through Lara's eyes, remember?”, Alister replied. “But I'm still a tad distrustful of Itagaki's motives here. He did seem awfully eager to let Lara into the ring with this Rachel girl. I think our man has an ace up his sleeve that we're not fully aware of yet. Just don't let yourself get too distracted by the progress we appear to be making. Remember: sometimes vigilance is the better part of valour.”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever, man”, Zip shook his head. “I'm just gonna kick back, relax, and watch Lara do what she does best... beat them bad guys' butts!! In fact, you seem so damn sure Lara's in trouble here, how about we have a bet?”

“A bet? Really, Zip, this is hardly appropriate. We need to stay focused on the mission, not distract each other with some trifling wager. Although... it may prove interesting to add a pinch of gamesmanship to the proceedings. Ah, very well. What do you have in mind?”

“Now you're talkin', son. Okay, how about, if I'm right, and Lara walks this fight without so much as a bunched up pair of panties, then I get exclusive rights to fuck her fine white ass for a week after the mission's done, and we're back in sunny Wimbledon?”

“Intriguing”, Alister replied. “And if I'm right, and Itagaki does have some surprise laying in wait for our lovely young Countess, then the same goes for me, yes? Meaning Lara acts as my own personal concubine for a calendar week following the successful completion of our mission?”

“Oh, it's ON, son!”, Zip laughed, drawing strange looks from the men sat beside him. “That hot white bitch gonna be all mine once we get back to Croft Manor, I can hardly wait!”

“You two boys do realize I can hear you talking, right?”, Lara's unamused voice startled both of them when she spoke up suddenly.

“Ah, yes”, Alister replied after a moment. “A tad indecorous. I forgot to switch off your comms, Lara, sorry about that”.

Zip just chuckled.

“Bloody imbeciles”, Lara muttered.

But she had bigger problems to deal with first.

Down at the centre of the room, next to the ring, and much to the leering appreciation of the fifty-strong crowd, Arianny had just stripped off Lara's panties and replaced them with a tiny aqua-blue pair of bikini bottoms. This risque garment featured a small triangular front that barely covered Lara's pussy mound and a few square inches of waxed-smooth flesh between her thighs, and not a lot else. Its back consisted of a thin dividing line of fabric that tapered down between Lara's supple ass-cheeks and vanished without a trace into the peach-like crevice of her smooth white ass-cleavage.

Arianny was now mock-pouting at the jeers and assorted crude comments being hurled her way as she squeezed Lara's luscious tits into the cups of a small aqua-blue bikini top, which she then pulled tight behind the Tomb Raider's back and tied in an enticingly loose bow. Any disquiet in the crowd quickly turned to cheers of encouragement, however, when the ring girl squirted a healthy measure of glistening baby-oil into her palm and rubbed her hands together.

“Damn...”, Zip watched Lara's nervous smile hang by a thread as Arianny knelt down behind her and, spreading her legs to about shoulder-width apart, started applying the warm, gleaming liquid to Lara's inner thighs. Making sure she coated the Tomb Raider's long athletic legs evenly with a glistening layer of oil, Arianny smoothed her palms down over her toned calves, up around the backs of her knees, then up again to the tender insides of her trembling thighs, massaging and shiatsu-chopping Lara's tensed muscles to pliant relaxation, before moving on to her ass. First just stroking, and then firmly squeezing and moulding Lara's thick supple ass-cheeks, she eased her fingers under the back of Lara's bikini-bottoms and coated the inside of her ass-cleavage with the baby oil, before sliding her right palm down between Lara's legs and firmly applying it to the underside of her plump hot-pink pussy mound.

By the time she stood up and started working the oil all over the Tomb Raider's slim belly, dimpled lower back and svelte upper body, Lara was already a panting mess. Trembling visibly, unable to open her eyes for shame, and biting her lower lip despite herself, she offered no resistance as Arianny smoothed the slippery liquid under her armpits, massaged her honey-hued shoulders, and then moved onto her breasts. Standing close behind Lara, the ring girl made her raise her arms to shoulder-height and interlace her fingers behind her head, forcing the Tomb Raider to arch her lower back and thrust her chest out. Then reaching around her torso, Arianny applied the oil lovingly to Lara's plump side-boobs, sinking her slender fingers centimetres deep into the luscious adipose flesh that bulged between them. Then she cupped and squeezed the tender undersides of Lara's tits, worked the oil into her buoyant white cleavage, and finally eased her expert fingers underneath the cups of Lara's tight, shiny bikini top.

Zip's eyes bulged, as did the inseams of every male audience member in the room, as they witnessed Arianny flick and tease her fingertips back and forth over Lara's tautly erect nipples. Lara moaned and squirmed, appearing to be having a hard time just remaining on her feet as Arianny now took her painfully hard tit-tips between her oiled-up forefingers and thumbs and pinched them for a long moment, eliciting a sudden jolt that ran the length of her pleasure-tortured figure, from toes to trembling lips, before rolling them back and forth, agonizingly slowly, until the Tomb Raider's knees buckled and she almost fell to the floor.

*DING-DING*

Lara's eyes shot open at the sound of the bell.

“What the...?”, she blurted. But before she had time to gather her wits, Arianny was pushing her forward, holding open the top rope of the ring; and with a hard shoulder-shunt, she shoved Lara staggering into the shallow pool of oil.

Raucous laughter exploded all around the room as Lara struggled to keep her balance in the ankle-deep slippery goo, before sliding forward, loosing her footing and landing flat on her face with a wet splat. Her perfect ass thrust up doggy-style behind her, all Lara could do was thresh around clumsily for several seconds. She wasn't used to the super-slippery tactile sensation of being ankle-deep in a pool of warm, translucent, slightly gooey oil. She didn't even see Rachel coming.

End of Part 7...
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