Lara Croft from the Tomb Raider

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Lara Croft couldn't believe she'd been tricked. After wasting hours navigating the labyrinthine tunnels, when she finally found the tomb, she discovered someone had already gotten there.

Despite the walls threatening to collapse at any moment, Lara ventured into the tomb's vaulted hall, hoping to see if it had truly been looted. However, the moment she saw the repulsive Dr. Carlos Cortez emerge from the tomb's shadowy corner, she even wished the dilapidated walls would collapse and bury her.

Cortez held an automatic pistol to her, and Lara knew he would shoot without hesitation if she made any moves. Besides anger, Lara had no choice—she was now Cortez's prisoner.

“Hello, Miss Croft,” Cortez said mockingly. “This time, you’re too late. But I’m glad you found your way here, because I like seeing your expression now.” “How did you escape from prison?” Laura demanded.

“You’ve forgotten how much influence I have, Miss Croft,” Cortez chuckled. “I probably haven’t really thought about spending the rest of my life in prison because of your thieving ways, have you?” Laura stared at Cortez, nervously assessing her situation—she had to wait, wait for him to make a mistake. Finally, she said, “Well, what do you want to do now?” “The first thing you need to do is slowly pull out those two lovely guns of yours, remember, only with one finger, throw them on the ground, and then kick them aside,” Cortez commanded, then deliberately gave a silly grin. “If you don’t mind.” Laura frowned; this was the last thing she wanted to do, but she was powerless to do it. In such an unprotected position, he could easily end her life with a single pull of the trigger. Such a clown, such an ending—this was something she simply couldn't accept.

"Fine, I'll do it," Laura said, slowly hooking the gun out with her middle finger, tossing it onto the rubble, and then kicking it away.

"Good job, little girl,"

Cortez's words enraged Laura; she hated being commented on so lewdly. She suppressed her anger, watching Cortez pick up her guns and holster them in his own, remaining vigilant the entire time, his eyes and the muzzle of the gun never leaving her. She secretly vowed that one day she would riddle Cortez with bullets.

"Now, take off your shirt, be gentle," Cortez smiled.

Laura's eyes widened in anger. "How dare you!"

"Don't test my patience, Miss Croft," Cortez said, his smile fading. "You should remember what I did when Sydney Fox tried to defy me." A chill ran down Laura's spine as she recalled Sydney Fox—the American archaeologist and university professor who discovered the original scarab of Anubis in Cairo—and her indescribable tragic fate.

Laura knew Cortez would do the same to her, and she decided to obey his orders for now, hoping for a chance to escape this situation. In fact, what troubled her most was his true intention—what he really wanted to do to her. Laura

straightened up defiantly, clutching the hem of her smooth green rubber bodysuit, staring intently into Cortez's eyes. Then, she quickly pulled the bodysuit off, exposing her large, firm breasts to the cold air of the ancient tomb. Her pink nipples hardened instantly in the cold air.

“It’s…very beautiful, Miss Croft.”

Cortez’s lewd words filled Laura with shame, and she quickly covered her breasts with her arms.

“You bastard!” Laura’s anger shot like bullets at Cortez.

“Don’t be so shy, Miss Croft. It’s a shame to hide such a fascinating pair of breasts,” Cortez laughed. “You have no idea how long I’ve dreamed of seeing them.” “You disgusting coward! This is all you’ll see!” Laura cried, standing there helplessly, futilely trying to cover her bare, full breasts.

“I’m afraid not, Miss Croft,” Cortez said viciously.

“What do you want?” Laura demanded, her current situation making her increasingly agitated.

“Fine, since you asked, then take these off.” Cortez smiled and pointed to her shorts.

"I'd love to see what's down there."

"Haven't you seen enough, you devil?" Laura protested, blushing at the thought of letting this lecherous Cortez see her most private parts.

Suddenly, Cortez pulled the trigger, his massive silver pistol spitting fire with a thunderous roar.

Laura instinctively covered her head, her hands on her ears, as a volley of bullets struck the wall behind her. Dust fell from the tomb's high dome, filling Laura with a sense of panic. Didn't he know this place could collapse at any moment? When she realized Cortez's lecherous eyes were fixed on her ample breasts, she quickly covered her chest again.

He's really gone mad, Laura thought, a crazy idiot.

She turned and began to unbuckle her belt, unzip her shorts, and pull them down to her ankles. She then yanked them off her rough, high-top boots, all in a swift motion, unwilling to expose her breasts too much to the lecherous scoundrel.

Finally, under his lustful gaze, she stood there, ashamed and angry, wearing only a white bikini bottom barely covering her private parts.

"Satisfied?" Laura raised an eyebrow, challenging him with her head.

"Not so much," Cortez said. "Turn around and put your hands on your head." "Listen to me, Cortez, we both need to calm down," Laura tried to persuade him, a sense of despair washing over her. The dark

muzzle of a gun was aimed at Laura's forehead. Under Cortez's coercion, Laura reluctantly submitted. She turned her back to Cortez, placing her hands on her head, her ponytail swaying back and forth behind her with each breath.

Laura closed her eyes, awaiting the bullet that would end her life, silently offering her final prayer.

"Ugh!"

A sudden blow to the back of her head caused Laura to groan softly, her body collapsing forward. She lay on the ground, barely able to support herself with her hands and knees, powerless to resist.

She could barely feel Cortez approaching from behind, shoving her onto the cold stone slab. Cortez pressed his knee against her bare back, pulling her hands together and tightly binding them with leather straps. Her feeble resistance was futile.

The cold rock brought a knife-like pain to her bare breasts, a pain that gradually restored her consciousness.

"This is just the beginning, Miss Croft," Cortez chuckled, before roughly turning Laura's supple body over after securing the leather straps. He pressed her hand down under her head, staring into her blank eyes, and said, "I'll be with you for the rest of the time. I think you'll soon wish you'd never met me." "I've always wished I'd never met you," Laura whispered in protest.

A heavy slap made her see stars.

“Believe me, Miss Croft, you and your sharp tongue will soon learn the meaning of the word ‘respect,’” Cortez said, slightly angrily, but his gaze softened when it fell on her beautiful breasts. “Now, let’s take a good look at these treasures.” Cortez grabbed Laura’s breasts, kneading and squeezing them at will, the softness making his mouth dry. Laura weakly resisted, arching her body with all her might to break free, but he was too strong, holding her firmly with one hand while the other freely fondled her body.

“You despicable bastard!” Laura cursed.

“Flattery will get you nowhere,” Cortez laughed, grabbing her breasts and squeezing them hard, then pulling Laura up and shoving her against a table-sized platform.

“Ouch…!”

The edge of the platform slammed into her abdomen, and she groaned in pain.

Before she could turn around, Cortez was already straddling her, grabbing her long ponytail and slamming her upper body forward against the raised stone platform.

"Ugh... Ugh! Stop!" Laura groaned. "What are you doing?" "I'm getting my revenge, Miss Croft," Cortez said, tying the end of the leather rope binding her hands to an iron ring at the end of the platform. Then he spread her legs and tied them to the metal legs beneath the platform.

"You always beat me to it, taking what should be mine... the Anubis Jewel, the Jerusalem Grail, the Pearl of Akron—all these and other treasures are mine, and you stole them from me." "You can't do this! You scoundrel!" Laura cried, realizing how terrible her situation was.

“You’ve humiliated me far too many times, Miss Croft,” Cortez whispered in her ear, his lower body pressing against her buttocks, her erection palpable. “Now it’s my turn.” This was the worst situation Laura had ever been in.

Her pesky adversary, Dr. Carlos Cortez—a former Mexico City archaeology professor who specialized in collecting rare and exotic artifacts—had finally managed to subdue her and put her in a very embarrassing situation.

Naked, clad only in gloves, boots, stockings, and a cotton bikini bottom, her hands bound, she was forced to lie face down on a stone platform, her smooth, round buttocks exposed to the cold air.

“You can’t do this to me, you scoundrel!” Laura shouted angrily, a surge of tension rising within her as she looked over her shoulder and saw Cortez casually unbuckle his gun belt. “I’m the daughter of a British nobleman!” “Of course, if that old bastard Hans Schigly could see his precious daughter right now,” Cortez mocked, then drew the large hunting knife from his waistband.

Laura’s eyes widened in terror, stammering, “What…what do you intend to do with it?” “I’ll free you,” Cortez said, carefully sliding the knife flat against Laura’s buttocks into her panties, quickly slicing them in two, then tearing the rags off and throwing them at her face.

“Oh, you!” Laura’s face flushed crimson with rage. “When I’m free, I swear I will…” Cortez laughed, slapping Laura’s bare buttocks hard, the sharp sound echoing through the tomb.

“Don’t make any promises you can’t keep, Miss Croft. Let’s get down to business now, shall we?” Laura knew getting angry was pointless; she needed to try something else. “Wait a minute, Cortez. If you let me go, I’ll give you the Anubis Gem.” Cortez stopped and stared at Laura, seemingly considering her offer, before replying, “Alright, tell me where it is, and I’ll let you go.” “How do I know you really won’t let me go?” Laura asked doubtfully.

“You have no other choice, Miss Croft,” Cortez said. “You have to trust me.” Laura knew he wasn’t trustworthy; he was no different from the thieves and scoundrels usually described.

Cortez sensed her hesitation and added, “Think about what this means for you. I only care about the gem. I’ll let you go, and you can continue your little adventure. As for the other things you took… keep them, consider them proof of our truce. What else? Just the blows I gave you.” It was hard to believe he was telling the truth, but if he was, she hadn’t lost anything except her dignity. If she could escape, she would find a way to get the gem back once and for all. “Alright

, Cortez,” Laura finally decided, “you win. The gem is hidden in the heel of my left shoe.” “Good girl, I knew you’d come to your senses,” Cortez said, his smug tone irritating Laura.

He crouched down to examine her shoe, finally finding a small clasp on the thick heel. Unclasping it, the heel opened to one side. The gem popped out into his hand, and he stood up with a smile.

“Alright, you’ve got what you wanted,” Laura said. “Now let me go and get out of here.” Cortez smiled and put the gold-rimmed gem into his pocket. “You didn’t really believe me when I said I’d let you go, did you, Miss Croft?” “Oh, you filthy, rotten rogue!” Laura cursed, pulling hard on the leather straps binding her wrists.

Laura’s anger and struggle amused Cortez. He began to slowly untie the belt, folding it in half and then pulling it straight.

Laura sensed his intention and said in a panic, “You… what… what do you want to do?” “I’m going to teach you what respect is, just like I said before,” Cortez said with a sinister smile.

“No! You can’t!” Laura cried out in despair, struggling even more violently than before.

“Snap!”

With a sharp crack, the belt lashed heavily across her bare buttocks.

“Ah!”

Laura’s cry was filled with surprise and pain.

“This one’s for the Anubis gem,” Cortez said. “Then for the Jerusalem Grail.” *Swish!* The second lash followed.

“This one’s for the Acharon pearl.”

*Whoosh—crack!*

The belt lashed through the air, striking Laura’s trembling buttocks as she futilely tried to dodge the whip.

“This one’s for throwing me alone in the African desert, remember that time?” *Swish!* “Ah—!”

Laura cried out in pain, a burning stinging sensation spreading through her buttocks. She vowed to make this man who had caused her so much pain pay double, but now she could do nothing but scream.

“This one’s for rejecting my marriage proposal on our first meeting without a second thought.” *Swish!* “This one’s for your British arrogance.”

“No! Stop!” Laura pleaded, unable to endure the pain and humiliation any longer.

*Swish!*

Her pleas were met with another harsh lash.

"These are for something I've forgotten," Cortez said, the stimulation of the torture and whipping making his blood boil.

He relaxed his tense body, followed by a series of rapid lashes, each one harder than the last, causing Laura to tremble and scream, the burning pain in her buttocks making her grit her teeth.

Finally, Cortez stopped, panting heavily. Laura Croft, relentlessly whipped, lay on the stone platform, sobbing softly, the cruel torture leaving her extremely weak.

"Is this the one who's no longer so arrogant, Miss Croft?" Laura could only groan weakly, "I...I swear I'll make you pay for all of this." "Alright, you should know that I'm the only one who has the right to say 'begin'," Cortez said viciously, throwing his belt to the ground and playfully slapping Laura's swollen buttocks.

Chapter Three: Suffering (Laura torment)

"You're a coward, a devil, Cortez." Laura felt extremely uneasy when she saw Cortez searching for something in his backpack, and she struggled, "You're not a man." "Finally found it, this little thing that can finally calm you down." Cortez came to Laura's side, holding something she had never seen before, "Let's see what we can do with it." Cortez suddenly grabbed Laura's ponytail and pulled her head back forcefully. Before Laura could even utter a painful groan, a large rubber ball was forced into her mouth, stretching it open to its maximum. Her teeth involuntarily bit into the bitter-tasting rubber, and she shook her head futilely in resistance. The leather straps attached to the rubber ball were tied in a tight knot behind her head, and her anger turned into muffled sounds: "Ugh... Ugh...!" "I warned you, one day this sharp tongue of yours would get you into trouble," Cortez said casually, crossing his arms and looking down at his bound prey with mockery.

When he realized that Laura Croft was completely under his control, his adrenaline surged. Now all he needed to do was decide how to humiliate her once again.

Rage burned in Laura's chest, and she breathed heavily through her nostrils, focusing all her hatred into her gaze as she glared at Cortez. This was all she could do, bound and gagged; the sight of her naked and vulnerable on the stone platform was unbearable.

Cortez came up behind her, and she struggled desperately to break free of the leather straps. When she clearly heard the sound of a zipper behind her, she turned her head as far as she could to look back.

"Ugh...! Oh...!" Laura protested in vain. Cortez squeezed and caressed her taut buttocks, which still bore the marks left by the whip.

"Hmm, it's too cold here, it won't be good for it to get cold," Cortez teased, his wanton manipulation causing Laura to writhe on the stone platform. "I'll warm you up with another big thing, you won't mind, will you?" Laura shook her head frantically in protest.

"Here... ugh...!"

"Okay, I think we can start the first step of the game now," Cortez said, then inserted his rough fingers into Laura's lower body, playing with her.

"Ugh... ugh...!" Laura protested in humiliation.

"How dare he toy with her like this?" she thought. "No man has ever dared to treat her like this before; it's an atrocity.

" "I saw it all, Miss Croft. This action excites you," Cortez sneered. "I must admit, I'm quite surprised. I thought you were a very chaste girl. It seems I didn't know you well enough. I swear you actually need me." Laura could only respond to the mockery of her captor with an angry glare. Did he know how much she despised him? She felt a stronger urge than ever to cleave this scoundrel in two—if her hands were free, she thought, twisting her wrists back and forth, trying to break free from his grasp.

Cortez watched her struggle with satisfaction, one hand pressing down on her trembling buttocks, the other gripping his fully erect penis, pressing it against the center of her beginning to wet vulva.

As Laura felt his penis slowly penetrating her, she writhed even more desperately, screaming through the rubber ball in her mouth—"Ugh…! Oh…!" No, this couldn't be, Laura was utterly desperate.

With a swift thrust from Cortez, his penis plunged deep inside her, the intense fullness in her lower body accompanied by a stinging pain, she groaned loudly, "Ugh…ugh!" "Finally!" Cortez said, the thrill of conquering Laura exhilarating him. He gripped her buttocks firmly, preparing for his first thrust. "My genitals are now inside the wealthy archaeologist Laura Croft. I wonder what your dear father, Hans Siegley, would say if he saw this now, Miss Croft. Perhaps he would tell you you should have married Earl Farrington, if you still had the chance." At this point, marrying Earl Farrington did seem like a better choice, at least she wouldn't be in this state. But back then, she was consumed by the desire for more rare antiquities—human greed is insatiable. Even living a life of luxury and comfort in her Wimbledon home would be far better than this shameful adventure.

Cortez began thrusting, and Laura closed her eyes, enduring the thick penis penetrating her again and again, her teeth clenching the rubber ball stuffed in her mouth. She did her best to control her body, trying to tell Cortez he hadn't completely conquered her. She vowed revenge someday.

But soon, his relentless, powerful thrusting was having the opposite effect. At first, she tried to wriggle her hips to create an obstacle, but she quickly found that this seemed to only fuel Cortez's desire; his thrusts became faster and more violent, and she heard the increasingly heavy breathing of the man abusing her behind her. Cortez's brutal and merciless rape was gradually igniting the most primal desires within Laura, a sensuality to which she was powerless.

The most humiliating thing finally happened. Cortez noticed her moans softening and said maliciously, "Just as I thought, our rich English little wench is a real bitch." Laura immediately turned her head to glare at Cortez, her eyes blazing with hatred and anger.

"Don't rush, Miss Croft. What I'm doing is exactly what you need," Cortez chuckled, continuing to thrust while stroking her writhing buttocks. "Then you'll beg me to do it a few more times." "Ugh...ugh...!"

Laura screamed angrily, desperately pulling at the leather ropes binding her, trying to break free of her wrists and ankles, but her efforts only resulted in the ropes digging deeper into her flesh.

"Ah, that's the first time," Cortez sighed, his thick penis thrusting forcefully inside Laura a few times before quickly withdrawing and holding it in his hand, spraying a large amount of thick, white semen onto Laura's back.

"Oh! No—!" The sticky liquid on her skin made Laura nauseous. She thought, "What else does this devil want to do to satisfy his perverted desires?" Cortez was clearly not satisfied yet. He grasped his wet, slick penis and smeared it back and forth on Laura's buttocks until his semen covered the valley between her legs.

"Have I told you that I have the ability to stay erect for a long time and ejaculate repeatedly? It's an ancient skill, taught to me by a mysterious Eastern woman during a journey.

I've used this technique to entertain many young and beautiful ladies. Now it's time for you to fully experience its benefits." Cortez's thoughts terrified Laura, but when Cortez grabbed her buttocks and spread them apart, exposing her anus, her fear increased tenfold. If she could make a sound, she would have screamed already. But all she could do now was desperately pray in her heart: "No! Don't do that! Please don't!" Cortez slowly inserted his penis, which was fully lubricated with semen, into Laura's body. Her anus was stretched open to the maximum by the thick penis, and the great pain made her tremble all over. She groaned in agony. With one cruel and violent thrust of his penis, it broke through her defenses, and his inner thigh slammed hard against her buttocks.

Laura's tense body arched upwards, letting out a groan of extreme pain from behind the gag: "Ugh... Ugh...!" "That's it, Miss Croft. I, Dr. Carlos Cortez, am about to tell you the true meaning of my victory—your noble bloodline is over. After I've fucked you, your arrogant attitude will undergo a great transformation." Cortez laughed, then began to thrust his hips back and forth, fucking Laura with all his might.

Laura's body was held down tightly, her breasts pressed against the cold stone platform, each thrust from Cortez bringing her excruciating pain. Cortez suddenly grabbed Laura's ponytail, forcefully pulling her head back, causing her neck to bend painfully.

"I promised you, you will understand the meaning of the word 'respect,' Miss Croft, I promise." Chapter Four: Danger (Laras Peril) The rape of Laura Croft continued for four hours, until Dr. Carlos Cortez finally felt satisfied and left the stone platform. Laura, still bound and drenched in sweat, lay weakly on the stone platform, groaning softly.

Cortez zipped up his pants, put on his gun sling and other equipment, and mocked Laura, "How's it going? Feeling as good as I am? In fact, you seem to be starting to enjoy yourself. I'm sure you've had at least one or two orgasms." Laura had to admit it was true, though she wouldn't tell Cortez that, but she couldn't shake his morbid arrogance—the continuous, powerful thrusting of his genitals had indeed given her several orgasms, a pleasure she had never experienced before, especially in this environment.

Cortez removed the gag from Laura's mouth, then cut the ropes binding her ankles and wrists with a knife, and commanded, "Put your clothes on. We have to get out of here now, Miss Croft." Despite the injuries all over Laura's body from the binding and brutal intercourse, she felt incredibly relieved to have her hands and feet free. She rubbed her still-aching jaw, then wiped herself clean with the shreds of her underwear. She quickly put on her comfortable shorts and smooth, tight-fitting top, her long legs, firm buttocks, and full breasts disappearing from Cortez's lewd gaze.

"Where are we going?" Laura asked, habitually fastening her belt, which now only had an empty holster.

"My private jet is parked at an airport a few miles away," Cortez replied, waving his gun.

He gave Laura no chance, pulling a pair of handcuffs from his backpack and tossing them to the beautiful, wealthy tomb hunter. "Put these on behind your back." "Don't do this again," Laura thought desperately, cuffing the stainless steel handcuffs to her wrists.

Cortez walked to Laura's side, turned her around to make sure the handcuffs were locked, took a leather collar from his backpack and put it around her neck, then connected the collar and handcuffs with an iron chain. He pulled the chain, lifting her hands as high as possible, and finally secured the chain, leaving a section that she could hold in her hand.

"Ouch. That'll hurt!" Laura complained. "What do you mean by doing this?" Cortez grinned maliciously and quickly tugged at the chain, causing Laura to gasp in pain.

"We're about to take a short trip," Cortez said. "Now, lead the way.

"

Laura sighed and walked towards the tomb's exit. Cortez followed closely behind her, holding the chain. When she walked too fast, he would pull the chain hard, causing her shoulders and wrists to throb with pain and a slight feeling of suffocation.

Soon, Laura found a suitable pace so that Cortez didn't have to pull the chain so often. However, it seemed Cortez wasn't willing to end his torment of her; for his own amusement, he would occasionally tug hard on the chains. She could only curse him silently, while wondering what his next plan was.

[The End]

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