Message-ID: <7915eli$9804151634@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: see@below.for.email (dimitri) Subject: (A.S.S.M) TombRaider - Lara's Defeat 4/4 (m/f, adventure) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: Text/Plain; charset=US-ASCII Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <6h2t36$i83$8@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 Four. ------------------ Later That Night. ------------------ The Professor was only too eager to allow a banquet to be put on, his was the biggest archeological find since Tutankhamen, and he had evidence of it all because as soon as Lara and Pierre had disabled the booby-traps he had had video camera's setup on the platform leading into the cavern. Inside the burial chamber they had found nothing much but old urns full of rotted cloth, some vases and a few dry papyrus', but the sarcophagus was intact - and never used! - and the hieroglyphics told the story of a great deal of the once 'Lost Dynasty', and a huge bonus had been the discovery of a case in the burial chamber containing the crown and scepter of Pharoah. "I think they put them in even though he relinquished them because the next Pharoah didn't want to risk a curse... for such a brilliant race they were very superstitious," Professor Golsha had said. "Not that I blame them," Lara told Pierre later at the banquet, as workers danced, sang and gorged themselves on food,"When you've been on as many tombraids as me you tend to have an open mind." "Speaking of which," whispered Pierre, his hand sliding up her hip under the table,"I hope you have an open mind tonight, I intend to teach YOU a few things." "My oh my, my mother would be blushing if she heard such things." "Bring her," laughed Pierre,"You're not the only one with an open mind." Lara gasped in shock, then began to laugh as she realized he was joking... at least she hoped he was joking. Lara certainly got into the spirit of things that night, drinking a bit more than she should, and finally she staggered off to her tent, weaving as she walked. "I'll be in in a minute," Pierre called to her. He watched that beautiful ass move and yet again reconsidered his course of action, but then his resolve strengthened. "Say buddy," he said to one of the workers, having noticed him watching Lara for most of the night,"How'd you like to have some fun?" - Lara lay naked in the bed, giggling to herself as her hands slid in between her spread legs. Being drunk always made her so horny! She continued to stroke her clit with one hand while the other tweaked her nipples. "Come on Pierre," she moaned,"I need it bad." The flap to her tent opened and she saw a dark figure approach her eagerly. "About time, I was beginning to think I'd have to do things for myself." Pierre just grunted, and then she heard his clothes drop to the ground. "Go ahead," she laughed,"Impress me, Frenchie." She felt his cock press against her soaking pussy as he positioned himself over her, and then gasped as she felt the tip of his cock press against her waiting pussy. - If I didn't know better I'd say his dick had gotten even bigger, - she thought drunkenly. Lara gasped out again as she felt her lover's cock move forward into her cunt, spreading her cuntlips apart. Despite his size he found the way easy, she was already well lubed up from the quick wank she'd had before he showed up. He didn't stand on ceremony, pushing his cock in hard she heard him give a moan of ecstasy, something didn't quite seem right about the moan but she passed it off as a result of the alcohol and just went back to enjoying the fuck. She groaned in desire as she felt him grind his cock as far into her willing snatch as possible, and then he was pulling back almost to the point of exit, then slamming back in, his cock stuffing her tight little cunt full with meat. Unlike the other times he had fucked her he began fucking her with short hard thrusts, fucking her willing body fast and hard, more of the caveman than the passionate lover. She began slamming her hips back up into his, bringing those long, luscious legs up and wrapping them around his back. - Shit, he's really into it, he's sweating like a pig, - her lust fogged mind managed to piece together, and then coherent thought collapsed back into ecstatic pleasure as their rthym came together and they were fucking as one, their bodies in perfect, sensual synch. He was kissing her neck, had he shaved? his stubble seemed less than it had in the cavern yesterday. Her body was beginning to shake and shimmer as she approached an orgasm, she locked her legs tighter around her lover's back and began grinding her cervix up as hard into his pelvic bone as she could, relishing in the feeling on the length of his cock sliding along the underside of her clit. "OOOOH YEAAAHHH!" she squealed,"I'M GOING TO FUCKING CUMMMM!!!!!" Her hot, juicy wet pussy began to clasp down on the big cock ramming in and out of her, he began making a low moaning noise that must signal his approaching orgasm. "We're going... ahhh! to cum... ooohh... together!" she cried in ecstasy, fucking her hips up at him, bouncing her ass up off the ground. He shoved his cock as hard and deep into her clasping pussy as he could and arched his backup. At the same time she brought he ass off the ground and pressed her hips as hard against his as she could, her legs squeezing even tighter about his back. "OOOHH!!!" she squealed,"YES, HERE IT COMES! I'M GONNA FUCKING CUM RIGHT NOOOWWWWWW!!!!" Both their bodies tensed hard against each other and for a second they were a perfect statue, unmoving, then the moment passed where they could hold back no longer and the two of them came together, their cum blasting from their sexual organs into and against each other's bodies. - "Nathaniel?" called Professor Golsha at the entrance to his assistant's tent,"I just wanted to apologize for some of the things I've said over the past couple of weeks, I've been taking my frustrations out on you... but you were right, that Pierre DuPont really was the man for the job." He opened the flap of the tent. "Oh my goodness," he said in surprise. - "You were wonderful," whispered Lara. "Uhhh," came the voice of her lover,"Pierre said to say... uh... thank you... for wonderful time?" Lara squealed in fright, turning on the oil wick lamp next to her and seeing one of the workers laying naked beside her, some of her juices already drying on his legs. "And I... uh, how you say? I must thank you for wonderful good fuck." She screamed. ------------------------------- Cairo Docks, 25 Minutes Later. ------------------------------- Lara leaped from the jeep, the combination of shock at discovering she had been fucked by some anonymous Egpytian workman and the air on the quick trip over had sobered her up pretty quick. The Professor also leaped out. "That Crown and Sceptre are worth millions," he cried,"But it's the historical value... a relic of the Lost Dynasty!" After an embarrassing scene where Professor Golsha had run into her tent and found her naked with a worker - some of whose cum was drying on her thighs - he had explained that Nathaniel wasn't in his tent and all his luggage and equipment was gone... as well as the case holding the Crown and Sceptre which he was to have guarded tonight. The two of them had quickly figured out what happened, Nathaniel had recommended Pierre because he knew the man was a thief and would willingly help him plunder a tomb. What he hadn't known was Pierre was really no good at tombraiding, and the Frenchman had been lucky to pull Lara in. - Lucky? Bullshit, he got you all turned on, you agreed to come but you could have pulled out at any time, he fucked you into coming in the end, you were just his whore. - Nathaniel must have given Pierre the Professor's number and had him make up the bullshit story about discovering about the case at a party for Lara's sake, he was the Mastermind behind this whole thing, but Pierre had still played her like a sap. - There was a reason you hadn't fucked a man in so long, - Lara thought to herself, - Because they're all assholes. - Now she and the Professor had come to the docks, and already they both knew it was too late, they could see the boat already hundreds of yards away, pulling out faster and faster. "I'll call the harbor patrol," cried the Professor, turning and running back towards the jeep. Lara didn't bother to tell him it would be too late, that Nathaniel probably planned to land just around the bend and take a pre-arranged car to a pre-arranged spot to meet a pre-arranged plane... or even that the boat they were in was most likely a midnight runner, a smuggler used to avoiding the patrol... or even that the patrol would have been bribed. "The funny thing is," Lara said to herself,"Is that for a guy capable of doing such smart thing, you can be a remarkably stupid man Monsuir DuPont." And she reached into her pocket and pulled out what she had found as she got dressed, aware that the Professor even then had been eying up her naked body. In her hand she held Pierre DuPont's wallet. ------------------------------ Three Weeks Later - Calcutta. ------------------------------ Pierre was getting desperate, he was in serious money trouble. First the check Professor Golsha had given him was useless, as he would have stopped payment on it as soon as Pierre and Nathaniel's plans were revealed... second, Nathaniel had double-crossed him, leaving him for dead in a back alley in Johannesburg. Eventually he had made his way back to Calcutta, using the last bit of money he had on him to fix his damaged Magnum, he had been living on beans for over a week now... although he had developed quite a taste for them. His last hope was here, here in Calcutta he was a legend, and if he could use that legend to score a free room at the Imperial Hotel he could scam someone into giving him a good, high paying job. As he approached the steps of the luxurious hotel he stopped and sniffed himself, he stunk. "Maybe I should just grab me a little shower somewhere first, spruce up the image..." "Excuse me," said a deep baritone voice behind him, he turned and found himself facing a very, very large black man. - Oh shit, it's someone working for someone I owe money to, - he thought, - If only I hadn't left my wallet in Cairo, I had over two grand in that. - Then the man smiled, warmly and with compassion. "Mr DuPont, you are a hard man to find, I represent Jaqueline Natla - Of Natla Technologies - and we have a case for you that just might interest you..." And, Pierre thought, it looked like his luck was about to change for the better. --- Lara sat in the lobby of the Imperial Hotel, unaware that the man she was so desperate to find was right outside. - One thing is for sure, I'm never taking a job for money again... I've got enough, no need to be greedy. - She was paying for her stay in the Presidential Suite with the money from Pierre's wallet, she had several private detectives out looking for the little French bastard as she enjoyed the best Calcutta had to offer. As she sat thinking she noticed a man approaching her, looking up she saw he was unshaven, dressed in jeans and a flannel shirt with rolled up sleeves. Her first thought was, - a hick in Calcutta? - until she noticed a laptop in one hand, and a magazine in the other. He tossed the Magazine down on the table in front of her, she was unsurprised to see it was Adventurer Magazine. The cover showed her pointing her pistols at the slavering Bigfoot menacing over her, the title words in read cried out,'Lara Stamps Out Bigfoot.' "So," said Larsen, smiling at Lara,"What's a man got to do to get that kind of attention?" -------- Finish. -------- And the rest (as everyone who has played the game Tombraider will know) is history. For those interested, you can pick up any parts of this story you missed (as well as other stories I've written) from: ftp://asstr.ml.org/pub/Authors/Dimitri or http://members.xoom.com/dimitri_archive/ And if you'd like to make a comment, be it constructive criticism, compliments or requests, drop me a line at : dimitri_resides@hotmail.com Until next story, see you around folks. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us |