Message-ID: <7914eli$9804151633@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: see@below.for.email (dimitri) Subject: (A.S.S.M) TombRaider - Lara's Defeat 2/4 (m/f, adventure) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: Text/Plain; charset=US-ASCII Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <6h2t2h$i83$6@newsource.ihug.co.nz> A little something you should know : GO AWAY - if you are not over eighteen you must leave RIGHT NOW. I am not joking, the law prohibits anyone under the age of eighteen from viewing material of this nature - that is why you are unable to purchase Playboy, Penthouse, Rent dirty movies or get laid (legally at least). I will not take responsibility for the corruption of young minds, or I may find myself being burnt at a stake by various religious political parties. Understand this - I WILL ONLY CORRUPT THE MINDS OF THOSE OVER EIGHTEEN, THE REST OF YOU MUST STAY PURE AND INNOCENT!!! As for those of you over eighteen - hello and welcome, it's good to see you (Okay, good to write to you) and I hope you enjoy this story. If you miss any parts or want to see some more of my stories check out : ftp://asstr.ml.org/pub/Authors/Dimitri or http://members.xoom.com/dimitri_archive/ or http://www.cjspalace.fsn.net (I haven't had a chance to check this out yet, but apparently my stories are at this site) or contact me at : dimitri_resides@hotmail.com (where you can also send any compliments, complaints or criticisms) Lara's Defeat Part Two. "Ooooh, Pierre," moaned the Stewardess - Linda - as she felt the Frenchman's hand slip under her bra and cup her large breast. "Yes," hissed Pierre through clenched teeth,"These are very nice." His free hand moved behind her back and his skilled fingers undid the clasp of her bra and let it drop down past his arm onto the floor. "Mmmm," Pierre moaned happily as he kissed Linda's firm, large breasts, but for some reason an image of Lara's large chest appeared in his mind. He ran his tongue across her nipple, while his right hand came up and fondled her other breast. As she leaned forward in pleasure his left hand moved down between her legs, snaking underneath the short uniform skirt and pressing against her panties. - Soaking, I still have the touch! - Pierre thought with a laugh. His cock was stretching against his boxers - his pant were down around his ankles - and he could practically hear it begging to go where his hand was. - Not just yet, little Pierre," the Frenchmen thought, - First things first. - Pushing aside the Stewardess' moist panties he slid a couple of his fingers inside her pussy. "Ooooh, wow!" Linda gasped out at the unexpected - but welcome - intrusion,"Your fingers are... wow!!" Pierre smiled around the tit in his mouth, it was so nice to have your work appreciated. He pressed the knuckle of his thumb up against her clit, rubbing the bone across her love button. "Oooooh!" she gasped,"Wow!!!" - You're getting repetitive, - thought Pierre, - But I don't want you for your brain. - Pierre almost bit down on her nipple in surprise when her hand moved down and pressed against the bulge in his boxers. "Ooooh, so hard," she chuckled, and rubbed up and down along his bulge,"What are we going to do with this?" Pierre pulled his mouth away from her breast and looked up at her with a grin, his fingers continued sliding up and down her cuntlips while his thumb rubbed her clitoris. "I can think of a couple of things." - As Lara stood up her huge breasts pushed against the back of the overweight, middle age man in front of her. "Sorry," she said. "Think nothing of it," he said in a cultured British accent. As she walked down the aisle towards the bathroom he watched her ass move and thought, - Heh, sorry for what, you just gave me a new set of jerk-off fantasies for a month! - - Linda gripped the waistband of his boxers and slowly lowered them down past his hips, his cock springing out and pointing right at her face. Sitting on the toilet seat, Pierre watched silently as her hand wrapped around his cock and slowly slid up and down it, stroking his member a couple of times and making the Frenchman moan in pleasure. Then she began to wank him faster and faster, her hand becoming a blur around his thick, hard dick. "Wait, wait," he moaned,"You don't want Pierre to blow his load early do you?" As she stopped wanking him he pulled her arm up and stood up of the toilet and lowered her to the floor. She lay on her back and looked up at him wistfully, spreading her legs eagerly, wanting him inside of her. Pierre felt her entire body tense up as his cock pressed against the entrance of her pussy. She gasped out in pleasure as his cock parted her soaking cuntlips, pressing inside of her pussy in - of all places - a air crafts toilet. Pierre pressed his cock forward, burying his shaft as deeply inside of the Stewardess' pussy as he could. Then he pulled back as far as he could without actually pulling out, then plunged back in, his cock slamming inside of her cunt again. "Yeah!" screamed Linda,"FUCK ME!!!!" - Lara frowned and looked about, no one else seemed to have heard the scream of pleasure, but if they had just started as she suspected, they would get a lot louder. "Damn it, Pierre," she muttered to herself,"Why the hell did I get involved with a prick like you?" - Pierre's hands had slid underneath Linda's back and he was gripping her shoulders as he thrust forward again and again, clenching and unclenching his buttcheeks, fucking Linda's cunt faster and harder, giving her everything he had. She was a revelation, he had never met a women who liked to be fucked like she did. He was only just starting and already it sounded like she was cumming. Her legs were spread as far apart as she could get them and her arms were rubbing circles in his back as she swung her head from side to side, her long blonde hair bouncing around her head. "Fuck me!" she screamed,"Fuck ME, FUCK ME!!!!" He began fucking her faster and faster, already he could feel fatigue building in his hips, but continued nonetheless, loving the feel of her cunt around his cock, the friction of plunging in and out, in and out of her gripping pussy. Her big tits were pressed up against his chest and again he wondered what Lara's would feel like. - Forget that snobby English bitch, - Pierre thought to himself, - Her cunt's probably so cold it'd freeze little Pierre anyway. - "OOH!!! YESSS!!!! THAT'S IT!!!! FUCK ME!!!!!!!!" Linda was squealing, and he could feel her body clutching up, her hips arching up as she approached her orgasm. "Together..." moaned Pierre,"We'll cum together!" Pierre loved cumming at the same time as a woman, when their cunts clamped down on your cock while it shot sperm there wasn't a feeling on Earth greater. He could feel the pressure building up in his balls, ready to explode his cum out into her. - I hope she is on the pill, because I won't pay for no bastard son of a slut. - "I'M CUMMING!" She screamed in pleasure,"OH FUCK, HERE IT FUCKING COMES!!!!!!" "Yes!" he groaned as he felt his cum fire out from his cock, shooting deeply into her pussy just as her cuntlips came down hard on his cock, clamping down like a vice around his member. - Lara watched as the door opened and a sweaty, ruffled Pierre stepped out. She grabbed him by the arm and shut the door again so no one would see the Stewardess getting dressed. "What are you doing?" he whispered. "You fucking idiot," she hissed at him,"You want to get us banned from this airline? I could hear that slut squealing out here in the aisle!" Pierre looked about,"Just as well no one wanted to pinch a loaf, no?" "Only because I sent them back, I had to tell them you've been constipated for three weeks and that's why you sounded so happy!" Pierre looked shocked,"But it was not me screaming!" "I told them you got a little high pitched when you were excited, and I got some strange looks." They made their way back to their seats, as soon as they were buckled back in Pierre groaned. "What's the matter?" asked Lara,"Forgot to put a notch in your belt?" "No," moaned Pierre,"I just that I need to use the toilet now!" ------------------------ Egypt - Two Days Later. ------------------------ Lara thanked the driver in Egyptian and Pierre snorted in derision. "You have a problem?" she asked, during the very long car ride here they had been grating on each other's nerves even more than when they had been on the plane. "Most of them speak two, three languages," muttered Pierre,"So you don't need to speak Egyptian, just speak English... besides, it doesn't impress me." "Why would I want to impress you?" she asked him with a snort. "Because I'm so impressive?" he asked with a grin. She rolled her eyes at the driver as he took the last of her luggage down and put it on a trolley for her. "And you can take that stuff in yourself," growled Pierre. "If you're not man enough to do it... " started Lara, and the Frenchman grabbed the trolley and pulled it into the hotel with several muttered curses. The driver smiled as Lara followed them in, then got back into his car and drove away. - Lara slammed the door shut. "You did this on purpose!" she yelled at Pierre. "Why would I want to spend any more time with you than I have to?" yelled Pierre,"I regret letting you in on this now! I don't know why I thought I'd need your help." The Desk Clerk had indeed had their reservation, but only the one - for a Mr and Mrs Pierre DuPont. There were no other free rooms in the hotel, or indeed in the city - apparently a diplomatic convention was going on that had resulted in every hotel in the city being full... unless one wanted to stay in a rat infested, urine stained hovel. "It'll be all right I guess," she said,"It's a pretty plush carpet, you should find it quite comfortable." "Why the hell should I sleep on the floor," yelled Pierre in frustration,"I paid for the room!" "Are you really going to let a woman sleep on the floor?" "I've about had it with you're 'I'm a weak little woman,' bit! I've heard about you, you're tough as nails. Walked right out of the Himalaya's after a plane crash - so you can rough it easily enough." Suddenly Lara's entire demeanor changed, from a tensed up, angry woman she suddenly took on a gentle, little lost lamb look. "Gee Pierre, please don't be so mean, I..." "Oh shut up!!!" cried out Pierre,"You make me sick." Lara snarled,"ME! I'm not the one who screwed that vacant little bimbo on the plane!!!" "At least she had blood running through her veins instead of ice water! You..." "Don't even think of saying it," warned Lara. "You..." "Just try it Frenchie," she said with quiet, barely restrained anger,"And I'll rip your nuts off." He smiled lightly, and spoke slowly, deliberately,"You... stuck-up... snot nosed.... frigid... little English bitch." Lara stepped up so her face was within an inch of Pierre's and bared her teeth at him. "You pathetic little French bastard, you know what I'd like to do to you?" "Do you have any idea what I'd like to do to you?" Pierre replied, staring hard into her eyes. She gripped him by the head and stuck her tongue down his throat. --- "Check this one out," laughed Anan,"One minute they hate each other, the next they're fucking like animals." Tobash grinned at his partner as they sat in the security room of the hotel, watching various couples (or threesomes or orgies depending on the occupants) having sex. "That's a nice ass," said Tobash,"I hope Frenchie gets her pants off." "Yeah," agreed Anan,"They better not be one of those couples who dryhump on the couch all night." They settled in to watch. --- Pierre pulled her belt away from her shorts and threw it onto the bed, his hand slid down her shorts and pressed against her cunt mound, which was dampening up already. She moaned in excitement as her tongue continued to explore his mouth, as his tongue did hers. Her hands slid down his back and gripped his buttcheeks. - This is unexpected, - Pierre thought to himself, - But not entirely unpleasurable. - His free hand gripped her brown shorts and pulled them down, they caught around her hips and as she tried to wriggle out of them without breaking the kiss or his hold on her pussy she found herself falling backward. Her grip on his buttocks pulled him with her. Finally Pierre broke their liplock and began kissing down her chin, over her neck until he came to her breasts. His tongue snaked out and began flicking her erect nipples through the thin material of her blue shirt, sending little shivers of pleasure throughout her beautiful body. "You have magnificent breasts," he gasped, truly impressed by her natural wonders. "Come Pierre," she moaned,"Impress me, you think I haven't heard compliments about my tits before?" Pierre - always one to take up a challenge - grinned and got up onto his knees. Grabbing her by the hips he turned her over onto her front with unexpected strength, she twisted her back around to stare at him. "What are you... ?" "Shush," he shushed, running one finger down the small of her back and down her asscrack,"I am speechless, you have magnificent buttocks." "Am I some kind of animal now?" she started, but he just smiled at her as his hands slid up the side of her body, grabbing her shirt and bringing it up as well. She lifted her arms up and let her face fall forward into the pillow, allowing Pierre to pull her shirt up over the back of her head. - He's just gonna leave it there? - she thought to herself in wonder, - But? Doesn't he want to look into my eyes while we make love... or is he just interested in a good fuck? - She should have protested, perhaps even rolled over and off the bed; she should have, but it had been so long since she'd felt a real dick inside of her that instead she raised her hips up and came up onto all fours - allowing him better access to her cunt. - Ahhh, - thought Pierre with satisfaction, - She is getting with the program at last. - His hands had come back down past her narrow waist and onto her hips, and now his long, thick cock was pressing against her wet pussy, actually teasing the cock-starved Englishwoman. Lara's face remained buried in the pillow, but only because she was biting down on it to keep from screaming out that she wanted him to fuck her and fuck her good. She had initiated this encounter, but he had taken control and she didn't want to seem totally at the mercy of his cock. - But what a cock! - she thought to herself, - After so long, I can't pass up a find like this! - She gave a gasp of shock as she felt one of his arms slide down from her hip, over her waist and then the thumb of that hand press against her erect clitoris. - No wonder that Stewardess slut was so turned on! - Lara thought to herself through a haze of pleasure as his cockhead continued to run up and down her juicy slit and his thumb rubbed against her swollen clit. Lara moaned into the pillow as she felt the tip of Pierre's cock press forward into her tight little pussy. She eagerly pressed her ass back, trying to get the massive member inside of her minge but Pierre again displayed surprising strength by holding her hips in place... he was making it clear that he was in control and he decided how fast or slow this fuck would be. - Give it to me you bastard! - Lara hissed inside of her mind, - Forget this teasing bullshit and FUCK ME!!!!! - It was almost as if Pierre heard her, because suddenly he was pulling her hips back at the same time as he brought his forward. Lara squealed in a mixture of surprise, pleasure and fulfillment as she felt his big dick pierce her. "Gahllpfffh!!!" was all Pierre heard, Lara's face was still buried deep in the pillow, which she was now biting down on... hard. Her juicy, wet snatch was stretched around the length of his long, thick cock and she found herself wondering if she had ever known what it was to be really, truly fucked until this moment. "It... begins," grunted Pierre and, still clasping her hips, he began to pull his cock free, relishing the feel of her tight cunt pulling back on his dick, not wanting to free it. Soon only the head of his penis remained inside the English Adventurer's snatch, and then he plunged forward again, once more burying his meat to the hilt inside her lovehole. As he repeated this step again and again, driving Lara wild with the feel of his big cock slamming in and out of her, his thumb continued to grind expertly against her clit. Then Pierre pulled yet another sexual trick out of the bag, angling his mammoth member so that now not only was his thumb rubbing her clit, but the long length of his shaft was rubbing the underside of Lara's love button. - Ahhh... I.... this bastard can FUCK!!! - Lara's mind gasped, still coming to terms with the fact that she was now quite willingly fucking a man who had been driving her crazy not half an hour ago. She began pushing her ass back, getting into the motion of Pierre's thrusts so that each time his cock pushed forward it was buried as deeply into her eager snatch as was possible. Pierre had arched his upper body back and was fucking her in earnest, slamming his cock in and out of her gushing pussy, his free hand sliding off her hip and over her waist, massaging the flesh of her huge mammaries. Lara was fucking back just as hard, slamming her steaming cunt against his pelvis, relishing the incredible sensation of his thick, hard FRENCH cock pounding away in her cock-starved cunt. "I am going to cum inside of you," growled Pierre,"I am going to shoot deep into you, you British bitch... you like that?" She barely heard the words, and had long ago given up stifling her cries of pleasure, now her face was contorted in ecstasy, and she squealed in animalistic pleasure as she felt the Frenchman fuck her harder and harder, faster and faster. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! SHIT YES, I'M FUCKING CUMMING," Lara squealed as she felt the dam break and her orgasm broke free, smashing through her like a tidal wave. "UHHHhhhhh... hhh ..." groaned Pierre, hunching up over Lara's body, his cock shooting several streams of cum deep into her body as her own cum ran down their legs. Pierre remained on top of her like that for a couple of minutes, then with another groan he rolled off her and fell asleep on the bed next to her. Lara managed a little grin, thinking to herself, - Huh... outlasted you Frenchie... - and then she too fell asleep. --- Anan and Tobash stared in fascination at the two cum-stained, sleeping bodies. "Tell me you got that," muttered Anan. "I got it, I got it," replied Tobash,"You know what this is?" Anan grinned,"Yeah, our ticket to the big time in pornography, this baby will make us rich!" ----------------------------------------------- Site of Professor Golsha's Dig - The Next Day. ----------------------------------------------- The worker was so busy staring at Lara that he slammed right into one of the huts, nearly dropping the old cracked vase he was carrying. If Lara noticed this she paid it no mind, throughout her like she had grown used to men staring lecherously at her beautiful body... especially when her breasts had really begun to develop. Pierre was wearing a light brown jacket with a half naked woman on the back. This had - of course - pissed Lara off but he told her that it was good luck and he always wore it on a job... and she had been too tired and pleased after the previous night's lovemaking to start an argument. An Eygptian man of average height and build approached them, he wore small, rounded spectacles and a white suit of the kind usually associated with corpulent foreigners. He grinned at them with impossibly white teeth and when he spoke Lara could have sworn she was back at her old home, his English was so good. "Mssr. DuPont, Lady Croft, it is a pleasure," he said, lowering his head slightly to each of them in turn,"I am Nathaniel Asabar, Proffesor Golsha's Assistant." Lara grinned,"Just Lara will do, I'm not a Lady till my mother dies." Pierre grunted, looking about as workers bustled to and thro, carrying things here, there and everywhere... he had trimmed his goatee somewhat but was allowing his stubble to grow, commenting to Lara he wanted to try a beard... she suspected he thought it made him look cool. "Where is the Professor?" he asked,"And where's this so called impregnable tomb?" "Professor Golsha is in his tent about five hundred yards from here, the tomb... is over there," Nathaniel pointed away to the left. Following the line of his arm Lara saw the area where the main cluster of workers were engaged. "I don't see nothing but a whole lot of natives sitting in a hole in the ground," complained Pierre. Lara narrowed her eyes at him, but before she could say anything Nathaniel let out a bark of laughter. "Well yes Mr DuPont, what did you expect? A grand doorway in the side of a mountain?" Pierre looked a little confused, then he laughed - a little loudly - and slapped Nathaniel on the side of one arm,"Good one, Nate, I was just having you on!" Nathaniel grinned, although his eyes remained still, and Lara suddenly suspected she knew the reason Pierre had asked her along. "Come," Nathaniel said,"Let us go and see the Professor." - "The problem is..." The Professor was saying to Lara's tits,"Is that the booby..." he coughed slightly, his cheeks going a little red,"...traps appear to be interconnected, and disabling one will set another and then another and another, which will eventually seal off the main tomb forever." Lara was poking her tongue - only slightly - out at the Professor but he didn't seem to notice, in fact he was constantly licking his own lips. "I've had other archaeologists come and look at it, I've hired the very best in the architectural firms... I've even called in a couple of bitter rivals... none seem to be able to figure out how to disable it." The Professor was tall, with fairly dark skin - his mother had been Indian, his father Egyptian - and despite the heat of the day he was dressed in a three piece suit. He had greeted Pierre with little more than the nod of the head - as if the Frenchman was nothing more than hired help - but his eyes had lit up at the sight of Lara and he had kissed her hand with the dignity and class of an English Noble (and Lara had met plenty) before his eyes had become seemingly fixed to her upper chest. "Me and Lara, we are the best," Pierre said with a smile,"Lara's reputation precedes her, and she'll tell you herself that I'm the best she's had... oops, I mean met," he glared meaningfully at the Professor, making his intentions clear - This is my pussy... stay away or else! - "Well yes," replied Lara, noting that the Professor was only too eager to turn his attention from the irritated Frenchman and back to her mammaries,"Perhaps me and 'the Great one' can go take a look at the tomb now? See if we can catch something all the experts and such missed?" The Professor nodded at once,"If you can figure out the way in, Ms Croft, I wouldn't hesitate to add a ten percent bonus!" Pierre's eyes lit up, if he'd been a cartoon there would have been dollar signs and a 'ker-ching, ker-ching' noise. A 10% bonus on top of the already sizable sum the Professor had promised to pay (And Pierre hadn't been foolish enough to tell Lara the true amount... oh no, she could get by fine on her own) would see the French explorer able to live in comfort for the rest of his life...or have a really great couple of years! Nathaniel grabbed a white hat of the smaller desk in the corner of the tent and slid it on. "Follow me please, lady and gentlemen." - The hole had a seventy-five yard radius, there were several layers, with workers brushing away at small, roped off sections, revealing the bygone relics of an ancient age. At the bottom of the hole was yet another hole, but as they made their way further down the site Pierre made out stairs leading down to a small doorway. - That's the entrance? I thought it would be huge? - The Frenchman thought to himself. "...found the first stair we thought we'd come across the remains of an old building,"The Professor was saying, but then as we moved farther down I began to notice small, very faded inscriptions... impossible to make out but obviously of importance." "There weren't many taggers six thousand years ago," joked Nathaniel. "Then we came to the stone corridor and found the door, and after translating the hieroglyphics we were amazed to discover we'd found one of the Pharoahs of the Lost Dynasty." "Hmmm?" Lara asked. "When we say lost," replied Nathaniel,"We mean we have found artifacts from before that time and after than time, but never from the time itself. We don't know why the Pharoah was buried in a basically Underground tomb, although we suspect he may have been overthrown and buried by loyalists who meant to move his body to a more auspicious location when they had overthrown the rebels...." "Of course that doesn't explain the complexity of the traps and the tomb itself," interrupted the Professor,"We hope to discover more when we get inside the burial chamber." Lara had noted several very large men standing above the hole as they made their way down the stairs, now as they came to end of the small stone corridor she saw two more. "Security?" she asked. The Professor sighed,"I'm afraid grave robbery is not a thing of the past, and in a case like this we can't even risk having someone enter the first chamber and accidently setting off even one booby-trap." "Like the dominos, no?" asked Pierre,"One starts another?" Nathaniel nodded,"I couldn't have put it better myself, Mr DuPont." The two men turned and pushed on the door, which moved from the doorway almost begrudgingly. Then they stood aside and the four entered the tombs main chamber. ----------------------- End Part Two (Of Four) ----------------------- If you'd like to make a comment, be it constructive criticism, compliments or requests, drop me a line at : dimitri_resides@hotmail.com -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us |