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Taming the Raider: The Missing Chapters

Part One – Lara Croft: Cock Teaser

Author's Note:

So a bunch of my reviewers were very critical of the way Z and A are treating Lara in this story. And a few people also requested some real demonstration of the implied cock-teasing that the two guys mention repeatedly in my main storyline. So I decided to write this. It's a prequel to Taming the Raider really. Or a flashback, I guess. In my mind it happens about a year before the first chapter.

I plan to write a follow up second prequel chapter next, but more details on that after this...

As ever, reviews are much appreciated and will be replied to in my forums thread

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“So, let me get this straight. After the thermal sensors, the motion detectors, and the surveillance cameras have all been disabled, my route from here... into the vault area... over here should be almost entirely safe. Am I right, or is there anything we've overlooked?”

Standing at the far end of Croft Manor's Master Study, Lara Croft scrutinized a set of architectural blueprints laid out on the surface of a long, polished oak conference table. It was seven O clock in the evening, and the curtains had already been drawn. The single halogen lamp shining down on the paperwork cast an indistinct lustre over the opulently decorated and spacious room.

The three figures present, Lara Croft, world famous adventuress and Tomb Raider extraordinaire, Alister Fletcher, a well-travelled historian whose knowledge of ancient cultures was practically peerless among the global academic elite, and Zip Edwards, an African-American technophile and gadget geek with extensive expertise in all things computer-related, were gathered together this evening to discuss Lara's latest mission.

“Yeah”, Zip answered his boss's question, “far as I can tell, we take out those three security countermeasures, Lara, and your path to the vault is safe as houses”.

He glanced sideways at his hot young boss, who was on the same side of the table as him, while Alister sat across from them on the other side. She was still leaning over the blueprints, checking them over in minute detail – which gave Zip the perfect opportunity to check out her body.

Extremely inappropriately, given the business-like tone of their meeting, Lara was dressed this evening in a tiny string-tied black thong bikini. Her long toned legs were completely bare, as was her slim belly, her buoyant tan cleavage, and most of her ass-cheeks. The seat of her bikini bottoms had been scandalous enough to begin with, covering up less than a third of the Tomb Raider's healthy round buttocks even at full stretch. But as she had moved around during the course of the meeting, sitting down, crossing her legs, standing up again, leaning over the table several times, and pacing back and forth at the head of the room, Lara's skimpy thong panties had gradually bunched up between her supple glutes and lodged themselves deep in the crevice of her peach-like ass-cleavage.

So now, as he surreptitiously side-eyed his boss's curvy bubble-ass, Zip was free to ogle almost every smooth square inch of her flawless skin. He could even make out the tan lines where Lara's bikini bottoms, earlier that afternoon, had protected her inner ass-cleavage from the sun's rays. The wealthy aristocrat had spent the best part of her day stretched out on a sun lounger, covered from head to toe in glistening suntan lotion, baking herself beside her Olympic-sized swimming pool. Contrasting starkly with the light-bronze tone of the rest of her skin, a pure white V of untouched alabaster ass-flesh now tapered down between her taut round buttocks.

Likewise, her full 36-DD-cup breasts were squeezed into the cups of a black bikini top that had clearly been designed for a women of considerably less generous proportions than Lara. Her luscious tan cleavage was literally bulging over the garment's taut neckline, threatening to spill out at any moment as Lara leaned forward over the desk. One light pink nipple could clearly be seen peaking out over the top of its filled-to-capacity triangular cup. The top's slender spaghetti straps and tantalizingly loose string-ties behind Lara's back looked ready to snap at a moment's notice. Both of the men in attendance were silently praying this would happen before their meeting was over.

It made Zip's cock twitch with frustration in his shorts to think that Lara could show off her body like this, with such a laissez-faire attitude. She clearly had no scruples whatsoever about parading herself around in front of two horny men, safe in the knowledge that there was absolutely nothing they could do about it, other than to gawk, fantasize, and shift uncomfortably in their seats as they repositioned their hard-ons.

“Right then”, Lara said finally, straightening up, “looks like we have a plan. Good job, boys. I appreciate your efforts”.

She turned and started walking around the table, towards to door. Both Zip and Alister's eyes followed her ass as she sashayed her way past them.

“We should meet back here tomorrow morning, say seven AM sharp, for the final debriefing, then we'll head out to the airstrip and...”

The two men's eyes met, and something unspoken passed between them. Zip silently mouthed 'Tell her, man!' to Alister, who nodded nervously and mouthed back 'I know, I know'. Taking in a deep breath, he braced himself.

“Er, just one more thing, Lara, if you don't mind”, he interrupted Lara just as she was reaching for the door handle.

The Tomb Raider turned on her heel and fixed Alister with a cool gaze, as if to say that yes, actually she did mind.

Slightly flustered, Alister clumsily shifted back in his chair. He made like he was about to stand up, but then thought better of it – the tent-pole in his trousers would have been a dead giveaway. Covering it up with a handful of paperwork, he marshalled his thoughts.

“The thing is”, he started, intimidated by Lara's impatient eyes, “well, Zip and I were having a little chat earlier this afternoon about... umm, now, how can I put this without appearing indecorous...?”

“Oh, do get on with it, Alister, I haven't got all night”, Lara huffed.

Zip dry-swallowed. He knew what was coming, and he could see that Alister was going to make a huge mess of it.

“Okay”, Alister continued, “well, don't take this the wrong way, Lara. We both have the utmost respect for you as an employer, and as an expert in the field of archaeological relic recovery, it's just that sometimes, through no fault of your own, I'm sure, your mode of attire does tend to be a little... inappropriate?”

Zip saw Lara glance down at herself. She arched an eyebrow at her barely covered breasts, but made no move to remedy the obvious nip-slip wardrobe malfunction.

Alister soldiered on.

“You see, not only when we're here at Croft Manor during your downtime, but also when we're out in the field together on a mission, we just feel that it might be more... fitting for a lady of your stature and upbringing to... well, to cover herself up a little more. It can be rather distracting for Zip and myself, if you catch my meaning”.

Zip cringed. He knew that didn't sound good.

When he looked back at Lara, however, she appeared unfazed by Alister's remarks. She even looked a little contrite, unless he was mistaken.

“I understand, Alister”, she nodded.

Tucking her long chestnut brown hair back behind her ear, Lara padded slowly towards Alister.

“You feel it's distracting when I wear revealing clothes around you?”

Alister glanced over at Zip, shifting uncomfortably in his chair. Was she really going to be so reasonable? Something didn't feel right – and it wasn't just his cock straining against the front of his trousers.

“Hmm, perhaps you have a point”. Lara stopped when she was about a foot away from Alister's chair. He had to shift back and bend his neck up at an unnatural angle in order to avoid staring directly at her tits.

“I certainly wouldn't want to make either of you feel... uncomfortable while we're working together”, Lara looked down at him, posing with one hand on her hip and most of her weight resting on one foot.

“W-well, that's excellent, Lara”, Alister stammered nervously. He could feel the heat from Lara's sun-burnished body radiating out against his face. It was making him blush. “I-I just hope you don't take any offence where none was intended. As I said, Zip and I have always had the utmost respect for your... unique abilities”.

“None taken”, Lara smiled down at him disarmingly. “In fact, I appreciate your honesty”.

Zip let out a breath of relief.

“Damn! And you know, we were worried about this, Lara. Yeah, we like thought you were gonna get angry at our asses, or somethin'”

“Not at all”, Lara replied, waving him off. “Actually, Alister? While we're on the topic, perhaps you can help me out with something?”.

“Er, of course”, Alister raised his eyebrows. He really hadn't been expecting this to go so smoothly. “Anything you like, Lara. You know we're both always here for you”.

“Good”, Lara smiled down at him.

Crossing one foot over the other, she gracefully turned her body through one-hundred-and-eighty degrees until she was facing away from him – and her ass was right in Alister's face. The English man blushed even deeper, struggling to avert his eyes from the two perfect globes of Lara's thick and supple bubble-ass.

Lara glanced back at him over her shoulder.

“Perhaps you can show me exactly how a 'proper' woman should wear a bikini in her OWN home”.

Alister's mouth worked, but no words came out. His eyes kept flicked back and forth between Lara's beautiful face and the smooth round curves of her flaring hips and perfect ass-cheeks.

“Go ahead”, Lara bent over at her waist. Spreading her feet about shoulder-width apart, she rested her hands on her thighs and arched her lower back, effectively thrusting her ass out at Alister's face like a stripper giving a lap dance. “You said I'm showing off too much skin, so be a gentleman and help me cover up a bit”.

Alister was at a total loss. His cock was straining hard against the front of his trousers. He wanted nothing more at that moment than to pull it out, yank down Lara's black bikini bottoms, grab her hips and give her pussy a good hard pounding. But he knew the consequences would be dire, if not outright deadly – and that was assuming he could even subdue her long enough to sheath his meat balls-deep in her searing cunt, which he knew for a fact he couldn't.

“Wh-what do you...”, he managed to blurt out weakly.

“Oh, you're confused?”, Lara asked with an innocent look in her eyes. “Then let me explain”.

She reached back with one hand and grabbed her thick left ass-cheek. Sinking her fingers a couple of centimetres deep into the smooth luscious flesh of her ass, until it bulged between her slender digits, she pulled her ass-cheek to one side, opening herself up before Alister's captivated eyes.

“You see where the back of my bikini bottoms has bunched up between my buttocks?”. Lara extended one slender, perfectly manicured finger to point at the area in question. Alister nodded, unable to tear his eyes away from his boss's spread glutes for even a microsecond. He couldn't even blink.

“Well”, Lara continued. “I want you to slip your fingers.... dooown underneath it, and then pull it out. Stretch it out over my ass, and cover me up, just like a lady of my 'upbringing' ought to be covered up. Do you think you can do that for me, Alister?”

Alister dry-swallowed. His mouth was like the Sahara desert. His cock was like the Tower of London. He nodded, feeling beads of sweat trickle down his forehead. This was torture.

“Good boy”, Lara smiled back at him.

Alister reached for her ass with both hands, but Lara stopped him.

“Use your thumbs”, she demanded. “Start at the top, then slide them down between my thighs. Make sure you get all of it out”.

Alister felt like she was controlling his mind at this point. It was impossible to refuse, so he dumbly obeyed.

In order to carry out Lara's command, he had to rest his palms on her ass-cheeks. The petal-soft texture of her skin, the warmth of her sun-burnished flesh, and the sublime tautness of her gym-toned glutes made him groan involuntarily. He felt like he had heaven grasped in his own two hands at that moment, but his unsated painfully hard cock imprisoned in his shorts reminded him that he was still mired in purgatory unless his boss decided otherwise.

Lara arched her lower back another few degrees. Angling her feet inwards, she widened the distance between her heels until her knees were almost touching. This receptive posture opened up her ass-cheeks even more before Alister's mesmerized eyes, accentuating the sublime one-inch gap where the undersides of her buttocks curved softly into the supple flesh of her thick upper thighs.

Alister didn't dare squeeze Lara's ass. Her big hazel eyes gazing back at him over her shoulder warned him not to – not yet. All he could do was follow her commands.

Starting at the top, he slid his trembling thumbs underneath the black fabric of her bikini bottoms. If he thought the texture of Lara's ass-cheeks beneath his palms was smooth, then the feel of her inner ass-cleavage beneath his thumbs was like fine silk. He felt his boss's firm glutes tense up beneath his hands as he slowly eased the seat of her bikini bottoms out from between her ass-cheeks. Sliding his thumbs down, one centimetre at a time, he gradually worked the moist black fabric out from where it had lodged itself deep in the crevice of her untanned ass-crack. About halfway down, his thumb-pads brushed against something even softer, even more tender than the sumptuous white flesh of Lara's inner ass cleavage; and with a groan of lust Alister realized that he was actually touching the outer rim of his boss's tightly puckered asshole.

“Keep going”, Lara warned him sternly. “Down between my thighs. I want you to work it all out from where it's digging into my pussy, Alister. I do get terribly uncomfortable down there sometimes. I'm sure you understand”.

Alister ground his teeth at the teasing smile that played across Lara's moist red lips. A spurt of hot jizz erupted from the eye of his cock, dampening the front of his trousers. He didn't know how much more of this he could take. The final few inches of Lara's thin black bikini bottoms were stretched taut between her thighs, barely covering one fifth of the smooth shiny flesh of her pubic mound. Alister could clearly make out every detail of his boss's plump pussy lips beneath the bunched up seamless fabric. On either side of it, he could even see a subtle change in the tone of Lara's skin. Darkening deliciously from waxed-smooth snow white to shiny pomegranate pink, her cunt lips bulged like a compact heart beneath the crotch of her bikini bottoms.

Like the pussy-whipped long suffering employee that he was, Alister obeyed. Shifting his grip on Lara's ass, he cupped both of her buttocks in his palms, then eased his fingertips underneath the back of her bikini bottoms, down into the valley of her ass-cleavage. She made no move to stop him as he firmly pulled her ass-cheeks apart, seeming to tacitly understand that it was a necessary manoeuvre. First Alister had to open her up, and only then could he dislodge the fabric that had worked its way down between her pussy lips. With Lara's thick heart-shaped ass spread open between his palms, Alister eased his thumbs down between her thighs.

He felt her buttocks tense up and twitch in his hands as his thumb-pads came into direct contact with Lara's pussy lips. Watching her face like a hawk, Alister saw his boss's nostrils flare. And for a moment, unless he was very much mistaken, he witnessed an expression approaching nervous lust flash briefly over Lara's beautiful high-cheekboned face. He heard a faint gasp escape from between her parted ruby lips, saw a flash of excitement light up behind her big hazel eyes.

Hypnotized by the irresistible details of Lara's teasing lap dance, Alister felt another spurt of gooey jizz surge up from his balls and ooze thickly out from the eye of his cock. Maybe this time would be different. Unlike all the other times in the past, when she had teased him and Zip to within an inch of blowing their loads in their own shorts, only to pull back at the last moment, leaving them unsatisfied, hard as iron bars and desperate for release, sporting aching sets of backed-up blue balls for the rest of their workdays, until they could retire back to their respective rooms and wank themselves off like a couple of pubescent teenagers, maybe this time, Alister prayed, Lara really did want to go all the way.

Practically panting now, he exhaled hotly on the Tomb Raider's ass. Sliding his thumbs further down beneath the crotch of her bikini bottoms, he felt the searing heat and slippery moistness of Lara's soft pink pussy lips. He noticed that her thighs had started to tremble, ever so slightly, as he rubbed his thumb-pads, slowly and firmly, along the full length of her cunt lips, easing out all of the moist black fabric that had lodged itself deep in the folds of his boss's hot wet pussy.

“Thanks so much”, Lara suddenly straightened up, pushing Alister's hands away from her ass. “That feels so much better, you have no idea”.

“Uhhhh...”, Alister stared up at her, slack-jawed. His hands felt bereft, robbed of the sumptuous tactile sensation of Lara's smooth taut ass. All he could was nod and gulp down shallow breaths. He literally couldn't believe he had fallen victim to his boss's cruel cock-teasing tricks yet again.

But she wasn't finished with him yet.

“There's just one more thing you can help me with, Alister”, Lara glanced down at her chest. “If it's not too much trouble”.

Alister followed her eyes and, with a shudder of barely held back lust, saw what she meant. The left cup of Lara's bikini top had slipped down a couple of inches too low on her breast. His boss's perfect pink nipple was clearly visible above the garment's tight neckline as it dug a deep indentation into her firm luscious tit-flesh.

Before Alister could do anything more than gawk and mumble an unintelligible reply, Lara stepped forward and with catlike nimbleness placed one foot on either side of Alister's chair, straddled his thighs and sat down directly on his cock.

“Unngh... Fuu-uuck!”, the English man groaned deep in chest as Lara's yielding ass-flesh smothered his shaft in the most pleasurable way imaginable. Second most pleasurable way, Alister corrected himself – it would have been a million times better if his cock wasn't imprisoned in the uncomfortably tight confines of his shorts and thick tweed trousers. As Lara rested her full weight on his rigid pole, he felt it bend beneath her, curling down to an agonizing curvature of nearly ninety degrees back towards his own body.

Resting her hands on his shoulders and maintaining smouldering eye-contact with her cringing employee, Lara made herself comfortable, shifting her hips from side to side and grinding the underside of her barely covered pussy back and forth over Alister's upturned cock-head.

When she was satisfied that Alister was in as much discomfort as was physically possible under the circumstances, she gave him his next order.

“I know this is a little embarrassing”, she breathed warmly in his face, “but just as you mentioned, a lady of my... prestigious lineage really shouldn't be walking around, in her own home or anywhere else in fact, with her breasts on display like this, for all the world to see”.

Alister hands, dangling down on either side of his chair, flexed open and closed, over and over again. He wanted nothing more than to grab Lara's ass, squeeze it hard as she ground herself back and forth over his cock, spank some respect into this spoiled upper class heiress. But he didn't dare. For all of her moral shortcomings, Lara was deadly when it came to physical confrontation. He wouldn't have stood a chance, and they both knew it. Not just for the sake of his job, but for the preservation of his physical well being, perhaps even his life, Alister had no other option but to tolerate his boss's alpha-bitch cock-teasing proclivities.

“So, do me a favour”, Lara continued, “and tuck me back into my bikini top, please. There's a good chap, Alister”.

Another thick rope of precum surged up from Alister's aching balls. But Lara had positioned her pussy directly on top of his upturned cock head, bending the Englishman's rubbery shaft back towards his belly at an agonising right-angle, so the hot spurt of seed had nowhere to go. Instead of oozing out to dampen the front of his tweed trousers, the two CC's or so of gooey jizz backed up in Alister's sperm tube and, bottlenecked with nowhere else to go, lost its impetus, slowly drooling back down into the pressure-cooker sacs of his churning testes.

Alister could literally feel his balls turning blue. He nodded, and wordlessly reached up to attend to his boss's bikini top. When he brought his hand up underneath Lara's full left breast, however, he paused for a moment, nervous about overstepping his boundaries, until Lara made eye-contact with him and nodded almost imperceptibly, granting him permission to cup the underside of her perfect DD-cup melon. Alister did so, marvelling at the delicious softness and luxurious weight of Lara's supple mammary as it filled his palm beyond its capacity. Testing his luck, he squeezed the tender underside of his boss's firm breast, sinking his fingers and thumb several centimetres deep. Lara's nipple plumped up and tautened visibly above the top of her bikini cup. The Tomb Raider sighed and bit her glossy lower lip. She seemed happy enough to grant him this small charity, although perhaps only because she knew that doing so would make Alister's unsated lust for her body all the more unbearable.

“Now push my nipple back down inside the cup”, Lara whispered, her breath warm and moist against Alister's face. “I'm sure that will make both of you boys feel much more comfortable around me, won't it?”

She shifted her hips forward a few inches on Alister's lap, allowing his tortured cock to pop up behind her buttocks. Then tightening up her ass-cheeks, she caught his shaft in the valley of her thick supple ass-cleavage and started softly bumping her hips, grinding Alister's rigid pole back and forth along the full length of her ass-crack. The Englishman's eyes rolled back in his head. The only thing keeping him from blowing a massive load all over the inside of his shorts right now was the painful tactile sensation of his rough tweed trousers chafing against the top of his cock-head, where it had thrust its way up through the slit in the front of his boxers. It was going to be sore for a week after this, he guessed, at least.

But he knew that the only way to end this torture was to obey Lara's demands. And so he did.

Hooking his fingers underneath the bottom of her bikini cup, he pulled it away from Lara's tear-drop shaped breast. Her other melon compensated by bulging over to the middle of her chest, creating a deep valley of lightly tanned mouthwateringly luscious cleavage less than three inches away from Alister's face. He slipped his other hand underneath the fabric of her bikini top and palmed his boss's supple tit, feeling her taut pink nipple throb hotly against the centre of his palm. As he did so, Lara clenched her ass-cheeks extra tight around the girth of his rigid pole and started maliciously twerking her hips up and down on his lap, chafing Alister's exposed glands raw as his coarse tweed trousers scraped back and forth over the hyper-sensitive tip of his cock.

“Ahhhhh!!”, the Englishman yelped, literally cried out in pleasure-tortured pain. With trembling hands, he tucked Lara's perfect left breast back inside her bikini top, taking great care to position the fabric so as to cover up her tautly erect nipple.

Lara smiled down at him, arching one eyebrow with wicked delight.

“There, that wasn't so difficult now, was it?”

Taking her time, she lifted her hips up from Alister's lap and stepped back over his thighs.

She barely glanced down at the still unsated tent-pole of rigid cock meat bulging out the front of her employee's trousers.

“Both of you should always feel free to bring up matters like this, at any time”, she said pleasantly, casting an imperious gaze Zip's way as he cowered on the other side of the table. “After all, everyone knows the key to effective team work is communication. Right? If you ever feel like I'm behaving in a manner that's detrimental to our working relationship, like, for example, wearing the 'wrong' clothes in my OWN DAMN HOUSE, just let me know, okay?”.

Alister and Zip both nodded hurriedly.

“Excellent”, Lara smiled, “I'm glad we're all on the same page here”.

She turned on her heel and sashayed over towards the door.

Despite themselves, Zip and Alister both checked out her ass as she did so.

“Oh, and Zip?”, she paused with her hand on the door knob.

The tech geek cringed. He knew he'd gotten off too easy.

“Y-yeah, Lara?”.

“I'd like you to follow me upstairs, please”, she half-glanced back over her shoulder, allowing Zip to glimpse the whisper of a seductive smile that played briefly over her sensuous ruby lips. “Come up to my bedroom”.

Zip's mind said no, but the fourteen inch long python of coal black cock meat pulsating in his shorts said, Fuck Yeah!

His mouth settled for: “Uhh, Okay”.

Lara opened the door and spoke softly as she stepped through it.

“I'd really value your opinion on what outfit I should wear during my next mission. I've narrowed the options down to about four or five different ensembles, but what I really need your help with is the choice of lingerie. We'll probably have to go through my entire collection tonight, so how about you make us some coffee and bring it up when you're ready?”

“Uhh, Okay”, was all Zip could think to say.

As Lara's footsteps softly retreated up the sweeping central staircase of Croft Manor's grand entrance hall, Zip and Alister exchanged a meaningful look.

Neither of them had to say it. But the meaning was clear.

Something had to be done about this bitch.

End of Part One (of the missing chapters)

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Up next, Zip takes a trip to Lara's bedroom.

And if you thought Alister had a 'hard' time with her, just wait and see what she has lined up for her favourite tech geek.

Still think A and Z should get their nuts chopped off for treating Lara like they do later on? I doubt it...
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