Chapter 1 - Lara Croft

Author's Note:  This is the old version (think Legend, Anniversary, Underworld) of the Tomb Raider, before her breasts got downsized.  Though that version might show up later.

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In the poorly illuminated light of yet another previously forgotten tomb, the young heiress Lara Croft was hard at work.  After weeks of research she had finally found the ancient tomb of the 13th century Siamese monarch Ram Khamhaeng, deep within the mountainous jungles of northern Thailand.  After a two day hike she reached her destination, a suitably isolated site for her tastes.
 
The young 24 year old Englishwoman was a well-known adventurer and treasure hunter, though many in the scientific community decried her as a wannabe tomb robber.  Yet the truth was the beautiful young woman was no amateur, having years of paramilitary and survival training.  Equipped with the best gear that her millions could buy, she was no stranger to danger in the most uncivilized parts of the world.  Her motivations for her work were known to few.  Few millionaires with her looks and intelligence would regularly put themselves in the dangers that she often thrived upon.  Yet she would have it no other way.
 
Flashlight in hand, the young woman slowly made her way through the dark corridors of the tomb, the first human to walk its halls in over seven hundred years.  The air was stale and cool as Lara gingerly stepped along the path.  She had not yet encountered any traps or obstacles during her descent into the tomb, which was somewhat disappointing to her.  She knew that the ancient king was known for his wealth and as such had hoped that there it would be suitably defended against would-be robbers.  The young lady didn’t put herself into danger for the gold and treasure – in truth, it was the only way that she could feel alive anymore.
 
It did make for a somewhat lonely existence at times.  She hadn’t had a boyfriend since university.  Her social status and career choice gave her little time for socializing.  She figured she wasn’t the settling down type anyways.
 
“How’s it going in there?” Zip’s voice sounded in her ear, her tech expert sounding extremely bored on the other side of the line.  He heard the rumblings of the excavation team on the other side of the line.  “I’m down fifty bucks to these guys out here in poker,” he added glumly.
 
“Nothing exciting to speak of,” she replied.  “Wait a minute…”
 
The light of her electric torch found the contours of a rather ornate stone door, covered in pictographs and script.  The words were faded but still easy enough to decipher. 
 
“Here rests Ram Khamhaeng,” Lara said quietly to herself, in her distinctive English accent.  “The Great King shall watch over us for all eternity.”  With her light she scanned the edges of the door, trying to find some mechanism to open it.  At first she thought that she had finally found some riddle or puzzle that she would have to solve…but then saw the stone lever to the side of the doorway.  “Damn,” she said softly to herself.  “Too easy.”  She gave the lever a hard pull, ready to roll or dash away at the first sign of some spike trap or a bottomless pit at her feet.  But instead the door creaked to life, some unseen machinery pulling the heavy stone up.
 
“Lara *crackle*,” Zip’s voice fizzled in her ear, distorted to the point that she could barely work out anything he was saying.  “You’re break *crackle* up, the signal *crackle* --”  Lara clicked off her communicator, making a mental note to upgrade the transmitter.
 
The central chamber was much larger than she expected, perhaps fifty yards cubed in dimensions.  The moment she passed the threshold of the room, another unseen mechanism triggered.  Light filled the room as dozens of torches around the room ignited.  Noting to herself to figure out how that feat was accomplished later, she saw the stone sarcophagus in the center of the room.  Clicking her flashlight off, she stepped forward towards her goal, still hoping that some excitement would happen lest the entire trip be a waste.
 
Unbeknownst to her, she was being watched by a hungry pair of eyes.  Her predator observed the young woman as she confidently strode towards the ancient coffin, taking in the sight of the renowned beauty.  Lara was a specimen of humanity – her long brown French braid, her beautiful face beset with brown eyes, her fit athletic body that somehow supported a large bust, her intellect that matched her body.  The silent hunter salivated at the thought of its prey, a worthy first acquisition.  Lara was dressed in a dark olive green tank top that accentuated her large D cup breasts, while exposing her tight abs.  Her extremely short dark green (nearly black) shorts gave plenty of view of her smooth and luscious legs.   She was ready for any danger with her gadget-filled utility belt, holsters with her signature dual pistols and backpack.  A pair of stylish yet utilitarian black combat boots and onyx gloves completed her look.
 
A familiar sense of danger passed through Lara’s spine as she sensed herself being watched.  One hand went to rest on the hilt of a pistol as she wearily looked around her.  She saw nothing out of the ordinary, however, and the room was very well-lit with no place for a would-be assailant to hide.  Her instincts were the reason that she had survived the dangers of her work and she generally knew to trust them.
 
Shrugging, she examined the stone surface of the coffin.  She saw that the smooth stone of the casket’s had gold script on it, chronicling the deeds of the ancient king.  Resting her gloved hands on the edge of the heavy lid, she pushed forward with all of her strength, still ready for some unforeseen trap.  To her displeasure, her eyes were only met with the crumbling bones of a long dead man, with a dull fading gold crown still resting atop his head.  The find of the king, the crown and the very site was worth millions of dollars and a place in the history books, but none of that really mattered to the young woman.
 
“Good job,” said a distorted voice behind her.  The words, though muffled and distorted as they passed through the vocal processors of a mask, were decidedly human in sound.
 
Instinctively Lara whirled around, dual pistols raised and readied.  The Englishwoman, regardless of her experience as a tomb raider, was met by a sight she had never seen before.  In front of her stood a figure dressed in a manner that was not of the Earth.  Masked, hooded and cloaked, Lara could not tell if she looking at a man or a woman.  The thick material of the figure’s outer longcoat lay over what looked like body armor.  Yet the armor was not made of any material that Lara recognized, appearing as if woven steel.  Her eyes were drawn first to the shining red visor that sat on the featureless mask the figure wore…and then to the pair of alien-looking pistols holstered on its belt.
 
“Who…and what…are you?” asked Lara, danger in her voice.  Her fingers rested on the triggers of her pistols, ready for combat if needed.  Confidence and pride remained ingrained in her voice, even at the sight of this most alien intruder.
 
“Who I am is not important,” came the reply.  Lara noted how the voice and body of the figure seemed possibly feminine – though that was assuming that she was speaking to a human.  “What is important is who you are…Ms. Lara Croft.”  The figure still stood unmoving, holding its hands behind its back.  It was about the same height as Lara, though its body was far too shrouded in its alien attire to glean much else.
 
“Any fanboy can search me on Google,” Lara replied, her voice dismissive.  “What is it that you want?  And how did you find this place?  And where the bloody hell you were hiding?”
 
“I was cloaked,” came the reply, as if that was a normal thing.  “And I was not looking for the meaningless tomb of some long dead man.”  The figure paused, with its voice taking on a sinister tone.  “I came for you, Lara Croft.”
 
“Is that right?” Lara replied defiantly.  “And what do you want with me?”
 
“Truthfully, Ms. Croft?” replied the hunter, smiling fiendishly behind the mask.  “I am here to capture you, break you and then sell you for twenty five billion –” Its words were cut off by the sudden barrage of .45 caliber rounds striking its energy shield.  The slugs bounced off harmlessly as the shield shimmered with each blow.
 
“Well…that’s a neat trick,” Lara noted, wondering what alien technology she was facing.  Her eyes flickered to the stone door.  Continuing to fire away her pistols, she dived and rolled to the exit, with a speed and agility that nearly surprised her stalker.  With a look over her shoulder, she saw that the figure remained still, not seeming to react to her escape.  She sprinted through the passageways of the tomb, leaping and vaulting over any obstacles in her path.  Holstering her spent pistols, she couldn’t help but be baffled at the technology wielded by that being.
 
“What the bloody hell was that thing?” she muttered to herself, as she effortlessly sprang over a fallen stone pillar in her path.  “An alien?”  Lara had seen plenty of strange things in her time as a tomb raider, something of which could be called supernatural.  But never had she thought that extraterrestrial beings existed – and something about that stranger seemed very human to her.  Even…female.  “Zip!” she called into her communicator, flicking her earpiece back on. 
 
“You find something, Lara?” he replied, the urgency in his voice matching hers.  “You’ve been dark – what’s going on?”
 
“Something inexplicable,” Lara replied.  “Get everyone out of there and get the trucks running!”
 
Zip’s voice came back puzzled, as if he was seeing something that he wasn’t quite believing.  “What the – Lara!”  The line went dead, only static fizzling through her earpiece.
 
“Zip!”  Come in Zip!” she yelled out, her voice filled with concern.  “Damn it!”  As she rounded the corner she saw the entrance to the tombs, her exit in plain sight.  Yet instead of the sounds of diesel engines, frenzied workers or even birds in the sky, she only heard a terrible silence.  Reloading her twin pistols, she passed through the archway.
 
Horror flew through her mind at what she saw.  Dozens of bodies strewn across the ground.  Slouched in their chairs, prostrate in the dirt – the forms of her excavation team lay unmoving.  She saw Zip, who had apparently ran to the entrance of the tomb, lying rigid before her. His eyes stared up in the sky, a look of surprise and fear on his face.  Her heart stood still for a moment.
 
Gingerly moving towards him, pistols at the ready, she let out a sigh of relief when she saw he was still breathing.  In fact, she could hear the ragged breaths of the nearest men, yet they too all appeared paralyzed by some unseen force.
 
“Don’t worry, they’re alive…” said a voice behind her.  In the archway, there stood the hunter once again.  In the light of day, Lara could size up her opponent more fully.  The figure was certainly a woman, but her features were concealed by her outfit.  The black mask, with a solid red electronic visor, concealed her face and black cloth wrapped her head, concealing her hair.  The woman was wearing ashen body armor, made of some metallic material that was clearly of alien origin.  Based on the armor, Lara could not adequately tell of her figure, though she moved as if she had a fit yet lean physique.  Based on her chestpiece, she seemed to have a rather substantial bosom, though it was a bit hard to tell.  She wore a black longcoat with crimson and gold trim.  Thick black gloves and boots meant that not a single inch of her skin was exposed to the air.  The pistols were out now, vicious extraterrestrial looking weapons.  “Holster your pistols,” the voice replied, unmistakably feminine.  “They will do you no good.”
 
“You think I’m going to let you take me without a fight?” Lara replied, confidence in her voice as she leveled her pistols at her foe.  It mattered to her little that her foe was using technology far beyond her own knowledge.  She was Lara Croft, British millionaire and adventurer.  Dinosaurs, yetis, mummies – she had conquered them all.
 
“I tire of this chase,” came the reply.  “If you don’t start to cooperate, then some of your colleagues will suffer more than a stun blast.”  The hunter nodded at the supine form of Zip.  “Starting with that one.”
 
Lara did the math in her head, with resignation.  There was no escaping it – the best she could hope for was to go quietly and make her escape later.  At least that way her friends would be out of harm’s way.  She holstered her weapons, still looking defiant.
 
“Good,” the figure noted.  “Now I suppose introductions are in order.  I am Agent A529, but a few know me as –”
 
“I don’t care,” Lara replied boldly.  “But if you think you’re going to take me you’re going to have to drag me out of here in chains!”
 
The Agent chuckled, though through the mask any humor in her expression was lost.  “It’s not bindings or shackles that will tame you, Ms. Croft,” she replied.  “In my line of work…for the purpose that I need you…I have found a better way to incapacitate my prey.”  She produced from the depths of her coat a smaller, sleeker looking pistol.  Its contours were of smooth chrome, but it didn’t look particularly dangerous compared to her other firearms.  Nonetheless, Lara’s back instinctively straightened as the Agent leveled the weapon at her.
 
The hunter pulled the trigger, a bolt of energy hitting Lara in her belly.  It was only strong enough to make her step back, surprised and infuriated by the apparent attack.  However, her fury turned into amusement as she laughed at the apparent lack of effect.  “Well…that was a bit of a letdown wasn’t –” Lara’s taunt was held as she suddenly felt a strange sensation rising from her within her belly.  A warmth suddenly washed over her, as her mind raced.  A feeling of panic peeked into her mind as she wonder what horrors the alien weapon had inflicted on her.
 
Her eyes went wide with shock.  “What…have you done…to me?!!” she screamed as her whole body began shaking.  She soon realized what was the cause of her distress, as she sagged to her knees.  “You bitch!  What is this—AHHH!!”  Her words became a cry of pleasure as a massive orgasm slammed into her.  She sank to her knees, right hand reaching down to her quivering womanhood as if trying to calm it.  Her left unconsciously went to her breasts, trying to settle to jiggling mounds.
 
Her heavy bosom heaved heavily as she struggled to recover but she would have no respite.  No sooner had the plateau of her pleasure ended that Agent A529 sent another blast of energy at her, causing her to double up in ecstasy.  She began writhing as her juices flowed like a torrent from her wet cunt, drenching the front of her shorts.  Zip could only watch, as mute as he was, as his employer went in to the fetal position.  She cried out shamelessly as each wall of pleasure slammed into her, as she continued to experience the most powerful orgasms of her life.
 
Her counterpart was merciless.  The battery had a limited supply of energy, but the hunter was going to make the most of it.  Lara’s body began shaking out of control as she was hit by orgasm after orgasm after orgasm.  At this point the pain reaching equal heights as the pleasure, her womanhood excruciatingly sensitized at this point.  The hunter laughed tauntingly at the sight of proud Lara Croft so ravaged by her own raging lust.  Her large breasts bounced around impressively as she rolled on the ground, trying to subdue her own raging libido.
 
“Please!” she exclaimed, “Stop!  You’re killing me!”  Lara’s body was untamed, having lost count of the number of orgasms by now.  The hunter paused, knowing the sheer excitation that the young Englishwoman was experiencing could be fatal, given the amount of stress on the heart.  She holstered her little weapon, known in her dimension as ZR-301A prototype – colloquially known as an ‘orgasm gun’.  They were rare and expensive weapons, though clearly effective.  Interestingly enough they originated as a means of crowd control, though such riot containment measures often ended…messily.
 
A529 stood motionlessly as Lara whimpered, finally coming down from her orgasmic peaks.  Part of the young adventurer wanted to cry from the shame she had just experienced…but another part of her had never been so satisfied.  It was a thought that she pushed to the back of her mind.
 
“Let that just be a little taste of what is in store for you, Miss Croft,” noted the Agent, her mask failing to conceal the deviousness in her voice.  She moved to the sitting woman, who was still struggling to catch her breath.  “And this,” she added, kneeling down.  Pulling up her left sleeve, the hunter produced a small nozzle, connected to some unseen device.  Glassy-eyed from her orgasms, Lara had no time to react as a puff white mist shot into her face.
 
Lara recoiled on instinct, pushing the hunter away.  She cough and hacked as she felt the substance slide into her lungs.  “Damn you, what was that?!” she questioned alarmingly, wary of what other hell was going to be wrought on her.
 
“It is called Erogen, a substance from a planet many dimensions away,” the hunter replied, as she stood and stepped up from Croft.  “Calm yourself, Ms. Croft.  Do not fight it – you will not win.”
 
“Fight what?” Lara replied, distress in her voice.  “What—” Her eyes went wide again, as she felt a now familiar feeling well up in her.  It was lust.  Pure unabashed, unadulterated lust.  Her vision seemed to darken as one thought suddenly took hold in her mind: she needed a cock inside her.  “You are a fucking bitch,” she said softly at her tormentor.  Her hands clutched the ground as she involuntarily eyed Zip, who could only look back at her with fear.  “Why are you doing this?” she questioned, even as she began to crawl towards her best friend.
 
“I don’t think that’s what is important to you right now, Ms. Croft,” replied her captor.  “I am fairly sure that your handsome friend here has what is precious to you at this moment.”
 
Lara found herself kneeling at Zip’s side.  He looked up at her questioningly, unsure of her intentions.  Given the sight of his employer having the orgasms of her life in front of him, he couldn’t help but be rock hard.  Yet given his inability to move or speak, he could do nothing to hide his prominent erection.
 
The adventurer’s breaths were heavy as she struggled with all her might against the inexorable and primal desire clouding her judgment.  “I am so sorry, Zip,” she said quietly.  She unfastened her gear, throwing it aside.  Her pistols clattered across the ground, forgotten.  Then with one swift motion she pulled off her top, revealing her perfectly formed breasts.  They bounced entrancingly in front of the young man’s eyes. 
 
“Don’t worry,” the hunter said, watching with amusement as Lara deftly undid the buckle to the young American’s pants.  “I am pretty sure he is going to enjoy this.  And I am also sure that you have been teasing him for a looong time.”
 
Zip’s manhood jutted out aggressively as Lara completed her task.  He was gifted with a seven and a half inch member, with sizable girth.  Holding it by the hilt, it twitched in expectation at what was about to happen.  The sight of his employer’s large breasts, with her beautiful face looking at him while she so gently clutched his dick, was driving him mad.
 
She moved over him, straddling his legs as her head bent down to face her prize.  Part of her wanted to just impale herself on his rigid member.  Yet another part just wanted a brief taste before the main event.  Zip watched wide eyed as her full lips descended upon him, enveloping the head of his cock.  He managed to let out a groan as he relished the feeling of her tongue sliding over him as she advanced further and further.  She felt his bulbous head hit the back of her throat, before pressing in just a bit passed.  He whimpered as she deepthroated him, silently marveling at the scene.
 
The young aristocrat bobbed her head up and down the man’s lap, while unfastening her own belt.  Zip struggled to hold back his own climax, the scene just too hot for the young man to handle.  Briefly taking her lips off the young man, Lara kicked off her boots and pushed off her shorts, revealing her smoothly shaved and very wet womanhood.  Her thighs were already drenched with her own juices.  Satisfiably undressed, she stood over the man, as he stared up at Lara Croft in all her perfect glory.  The toned body, large D cup breasts, confident face, deep brown eyes staring at him in lust…he was very ready for this.
 
She knelt down on him, lining his erection up with her.  Then slowly, she came down, his length pushing passed her willing pussy.  She groaned as she felt him fill her – she had not been with a man in a long time.  Picking up a steady rhythm, her lust began to take hold fully, determined to extract her enjoyment from him.  Placing her hands on his chest, she began to pound her pussy against him, the pleasure mounting.  She knew he wouldn’t last long like this, but she didn’t care.  All that mattered in that moment was her own satisfaction.
 
She bounded happily on him, her flawless breasts swaying with every blow.  He wanted to reach up and feel the soft flesh under his fingers, but frustratingly he could not.  He could only watch in ecstasy as the beautiful buxom adventurer rode him hard, a look of blissful happiness on her face as she did so.  Fighting tooth and nail against the rush of his own climax, Zip sought to bring his employer to her own orgasm, in the vain hope that would cure her of her sex-addled affliction.
 
The sound of flesh on flesh filled the air as Lara rapidly pistoned herself on Zip’s erect member.  The soft skin of her ass slapped against his thighs as she rode him up and down.  She pulled herself towards her own climax, the drug-induced yearning wanting that release to wash over her.  “Oh my god, I need to cum so bad,” she pleaded out loud, not caring who heard her uninhibited words.
 
It was all too much for young Zip.  With a strangled cry that barely made it passed his throat, he came, hot jizz shooting up into Lara.  The orgasm was so forcefully that even against the Agent’s paralytic he back arched upwards.  The sensation of his hot cum washing against her pushed Lara to the brink, as she happily embraced the feeling.  “OH GOD YES!” she cried out as her orgasm lashed at her, erupting from her very core.  Her muscles contorted with the source of it as she collapsed down on him, her breasts mashing up against his chest.  She then clutched at his neck, bringing up his head nestled between her heaving breasts.  For a moment she felt supreme satisfaction.
 
Then the pleasure of her orgasm began to fade, replaced once again by churning of her lust.  Little did Lara know that the effects of the drug could last hours…even days.  Letting go of Zip’s head (which flopped back onto the ground) she desperately tried to hold on the feeling of her orgasm, only to have it slip away.  “Please, no!” she whispered urgently.  “This is torture!”  In a panic, Lara’s eyes began darting back and forth.  Men were lying all over the place…men with willing cocks to please her.  If only she –
 
“As much as I’d like to see you fuck every man in this province,” noted the hunter wistfully, “we really should get going.”  Then with a swift motion she drew one of her heavy pistols, stunning the young Englishwoman with a blast of energy.

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When Lara woke, her senses were flooded by the unfamiliar scenery.  She was suspended in some warm clear fluid, suspended with her arms locked above her head and legs shackled below.  She was naked, submerged in some sort of pod.  A mask was affixed to her face, allowing her to breathe well enough.  She was somewhat alarmed by the feeling of some apparatus inserted into her depths below, but it was thankfully inert enough.  The front of the pod was clear, allowing her a view of her surroundings.
 
Looking to her left and right she could see similar looking pods – empty – next to her.  She appeared to be in some vessel, given the low metallic hum of unseen machinery.  But what really startled her was the view from a window not six feet away.  She saw the blackness of space, but not like that of the night’s sky.  There was no mistaking it – she was in space.
 
“Oh, you’re awake,” said a familiar voice in her ear.  Lara realized the mask affixed to her lower face also had a communicator in her ear.  The voice was now unfettered by the mask apparently; Lara could tell now clearly that her foe was a woman, apparently American by her accent.
 
“Where have you taken me?” Lara queried angrily.  “Where is Zip?”
 
“Oh, I imagine he is fine back on Earth.  Or should I say on your Earth,” the hunter noted furtively.  “We are actually in another dimension now.”
 
Thoughts raced through Lara’s mind, disbelief and confusion taking her.  “What do you mean another dimension?”
 
“In time, Ms. Croft, in time,” replied the voice.  Then the hunter came walking into view in front of Lara’s pod, still in full regalia.  “That discussion is a bit complicated and scientific.  But perhaps you’d like to know why I took you?”
 
“Fine, I’ll bite,” Lara snarled. “Why’d you do it?”
 
Reaching out with a gloved hand, the Agent gently touched the side of Lara’s pod.  “The fluid in this pod will keep you healthy, fit and well-nourished.  I will occasionally let you out, when you earn that right.”  The Agent paused, viewing Lara’s perfect body with satisfaction.  “But the truth is the Masters in my dimensions would pay a pretty penny to have you as a sex slave.  In fact, you’re the crown jewel of my collection.”
 
Outrage gripped Lara.  “Like hell!” she spat angrily.  “I’ll bite off the dick of the first man that you try to sell me to!”
 
The Agent chuckled in reply.  Lara watched with anger as the Agent began to undo unseen fastenings on her neck, releasing the mask from her face.  The Englishwoman watched in surprise as violet hair spilled out as the black helm was removed, revealing the face of a beautiful – and very human – woman.  The piercing green eyes in particular drew Lara’s gaze in.
 
“Who said my Masters were men?  Or even human?  Plus, I have my ways as you have seen,” Agent A529 – sometimes known by her birth name of Ashelia – noted.  “I will break you…in time.  In fact I think you’re going to help me with my next acquisition:  a certain Cerberus biotic.  Until then…”
 
An unseen switch was flipped as Lara felt with alarm the machine in her warm depths come to life.  Starting at a low hum, it slowly began to build in intensity.
 
“Yes,” noted Ashelia, as if reading Lara’s thoughts.  “It is going to do exactly what you think it will.”
 
Lara could only look on in horror as she watched her captor leave her view, an evil grin on her face.
 
 