Message-ID: <7916eli$9804151635@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: see@below.for.email (dimitri) Subject: (A.S.S.M) TombRaider - Lara's Defeat 1/4 (m/f, adventure) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: Text/Plain; charset=US-ASCII Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <6h2t24$i83$5@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 One. The photographer sneezed. "Sorry, I'm allergic to wild flowers and pine," he said, sniffing snot back into his nose. "That must be hell in your line of work," said Lara, her english accent seemed strangely at home here in the Canadian forest. "I'm new to the work," he said, grinning weakly,"And I forgot my tablets." "Okay, what do you want me to do?" asked Lara, she stood in a clearing in the forest, she was wearing tiny brown shorts and a tight gray top, her huge breasts strained against the fabric and the photographer smiled to himself, he had a few ideas on what he wanted her to do, that was for sure. Unfortunately, he couldn't follow through on them, he was hear to take pictures for Adventurer Magazine. The subject of his photo-shoot - Lara Croft - was hot property at the moment, she had been brought up as the wealthy heiress to Lord Henshingly Croft, an aristocrat since birth. Following a ski trip however, her plane had crashed and she had been the only survivor, she was forced to rely on her wits to stay alive in the Himalayas. She escaped and returned to England, but found herself unable to live in the claustrophobic atmosphere of upper class Bristish society. She traveled the globe, going on adventures, discovering several ancient sites of extreme interest and significance in the archeological community. But her family disowned her and she turned to writing to finance her trips - she became quite successful - publishing several travel books and detailed journals of her exploits. Now Adventurer Magazine wanted to write an article on her and get a few photos as well - Lara seemed only too happy for the publicity, despite the fact that even without her father's support she didn't want for money. The photographer noted the two pistols she nearly always wore at her side. "Those things loaded?" he asked. "Always," she said,"A girl can never be too careful." "Okay," he said,"I wonder if you could pretend to be studying tracks in the ground or......" A sudden scream cut him of, he jerked his head around and noted in irritation a man rushing out of the woods. "This is a closed............AACHOO......a closed photo set, you'll have to leave........" "Help me!" cried the man, the photographer noticed that blood was running through his shirt. "What happened?" asked Lara, approaching him, she pulled open the shirt and winced at the claw mark in his side,"That looks like a bear claw, only larger." "It's.......it's the Sasquatch!" he screamed. The photographer let out a laugh,"Bigfoot? come on pal......" An earth shattering scream cut him off, he looked up at the clearing and saw a giant figure stepping through the clearing - it was huge, nearly ten feet tall, and it looked angry. "Wow," said Lara, impressed,"It's got fangs, that means Bigfoot is a carnivore - who would have thought it." "Let's.......let's get out of here," gasped the injured man,"That thing could eat us for breakfast." "Are you kidding," said Lara,"This one will guarantee me another bestseller, I can afford to go on trips forever if I get this baby." She started towards the giant creature, waving her arms at it,"Hey ugly! this way." The Bigfoot turned and peered at her, she noted foam all around it's mouth - it had rabies, it was mad. The thing rushed at her with amazing speed, the photographer forgot his fear and started taking photos, Lara was right, this one would make them both rich. The creature stopped in front of her, it threw back it's head and roared as Lara pulled her pistols loose, then it darted forward with blinding speed... only to find Lara was faster. The Photographer snapped away madly, trying to follow Lara as she somersaulted to the side and left the creature clawing at dust. He barely even registered the loud cracking noise of her pistols firing at the supposedly mythical monster. It roared in pain and twisted about, rearing up to it's full height of nearly ten feet and screaming. But as it wasted it's time trying to scare her she was blasting away with her pistols, pumping round after round into the creature's hairy chest. Falling back a step the creature turned as if to retreat - it's maddened mind clearing enough to realize it was in over it's head - but Lara lowered her gun and blasted it behind the kneecaps. With a roar the creature collapsed to the ground and Lara rushed forward, shooting the last of her guns ammo into the back of the monsters thick skull. Next to the photographer the dumbfounded tourist stood gaping in wonder. Lara placed one boot on the dead Bigfoot's back and lifted her smoking guns to her face, blowing the last of the gun smoke away. "Now did you want me to study some tracks?" she asked the photographer,"Or will that do?" --- Lara was exhausted, but she refused to let it get her down, she had a press conference to attend to. She stepped out into the bright sunlight and winced as the bright light mixed with several flashes of light coming from camera bulbs. "Ms Croft, Ms Croft, New York Times, did you suspect the Sasquatch would be in the forest?" "......Bugle, did you have to kill it, couldn't you have immobilized this rare animal?" "....Planet, several noted scientists are talking about legal action against you for possible genocide....." She answered all the questions as best she could, trying to keep calm despite the anger she felt welling up inside her, finally it was over and she was able to leave, falling in exhaustion onto the bed in her expensive hotel room. Her last thought before sleep overtook her was that she needed a break, she thought she'd go back to England. --------------- Two Days Later. --------------- Jaqueline Natla - CEO and Founder of the highly successful Multinational Natla Technologies - read the article in yesterday's paper once more with interest. Putting it down she yawned, stretching her arms and purposely bringing her chest forward so that the tight white business shirt against her large breasts stretched appropriately - she knew Larsen would be staring at them for as long as possible before bringing his eyes back up to her face. - I can still drive them wild after several millennia, - she thought to herself with a grin. Finishing the yawn she picked up the old journal and leafed through it one more time, perusing the last lines again and again : "....creator himself. My toes sweat at such possibilities and I find I must beat these thoughts out of my head each night........" The old monk had been foolish to not at least look for the scion, she thought, she shook her head and looked once more at the map, the locations had been pinpointed, all that remained was to find a couple of patsies. She flicked up her laptop and bought up the video link with Eygpt. "Any luck yet?" she said to the short man who appeared on the screen, he wore a baseball cap backwards on his head and held a skateboard in his hands - pathetic, he was twenty nine years old, still, he could always be counted on to get the job done. "None, it looks like you were right, we'll need the other two pieces of the scion to find where they put this one." She sighed,"I had hoped it would be easier, but those two bastards were never ones to do things the easy way." She called up a new video link, this one in London, a hulking black man appeared, thickly muscled with the appearance of stupidity,"Have you found him?" "No ma'am," the huge man said,"But I do have some strong leads." "Follow through," she said,"And remember, price is no barrier." He smiled as she shut down the link. "Larsen," she said picking up the paper,"Find me this Lara Croft, we're sending her to Peru." ------- London. ------- Not just anyone could get into the club that Lara approached, it was probably the most exclusive in all of England - but she had no problems. "Ms. Croft, it's a pleasure," said the hugely musclebound bouncer, his skin was a magnificent bronze, Lara had always wondered if it was a tan or his natural skin color. He had no hair on his head, including eyebrows and she had no idea how old he was, but he seemed genuinely pleased to see her and she smiled in return. "Thank you Barry," she said,"Good crowd tonight?" "Tell the truth, a lot of people have left," he looked around to make sure no one else could hear him - not likely, the streets were mainly deserted in these last days of Winter when the wind seemed to blow the hardest, everyone was in a pub, club or at home - then whispered into her ear,"The Brothers are here tonight." She nodded as comprehension dawned on her,"Oh! Them." He smiled and opened the door for her and she stepped in, nearly getting flattened by the sudden roar of music that was deadened by the soundproof walls for anyone outside. Several people greeted her as she made her way through some of the dancers - all of them celebrities or the children of wealthy Lords - like she had once been. - Still am," she thought to herself with a smile, - Unless Daddy's altered the will, it's just I can get in here on my own merits now. - Sitting down at the bar she ordered a gin and tonic, and turning about to drink it she saw with some consternation that the older of the brothers was approaching her. "Hello there," he said, taking the seat next to her,"I'd like to shag you." "Hey," she replied with a sweet smile,"Since you seem to be so in love with yourself, why don't you go shag yourself." His eyes widened in surprise, then he grinned in what was supposed to be a sly manner,"You know who I am?" "A wanker?" He growled lightly,"There are millions of birds around the world who would kill for a chance to have sex with me." "Leave the poor little birds alone, just because your dick is only big enough to fuck a sparrow doesn't mean you have to take it out on them." "You fucking ineffectual little whore!" he yelled, his voice raising with each word,"I'm a fucking music star! My band is the biggest fucking thing since the fucking Beatles! We're fucking bigger than the fucking Beatles!" "To tell the truth," she said with that same sweet smile,"I'd rather screw John Lennon than you, and he's dead." His face was growing redder and redder, it made a nice change from the horrid pallid complexion he normally had, but just made his horrible hair and bad teeth look worse. "Hey bro, what's going on?" asked the younger brother, noticing that a lot of people were looking his brothers way. "Fuck off," he growled,"I fucking hate you, I fucking hate this bitch here, I hate the fucking Spice Girls and I hate my fucking fans! The only person here who really deserves my fucking respect is fucking me!" "Fucking A," murmured Lara,"You've got to respect anyone who'd lower themselves to giving you a pity fuck." "THAT'S NOT WHAT I FUCKING MEANT!!!!" screamed the rock star,"FUCKING.......!!!!" "Come on bro," muttered his brother,"Let's go home." "I don't fucking wanna go home......" As the two brothers made their way out of the club, the younger cast an apologetic look back at Lara, who raised her gin and tonic and smiled in commiseration. Within five minutes things were back to normal, and Lara was finished her second gin, ready to go up and dance when she saw in the corner of her eye someone sitting next to her. "Congratulations," said a french accent,"You handled that prick quite nicely." "That's probably the worst come on line I've ever heard," she replied, turning about and finding herself looking at a stereotypical French ladies man. He was unshaven with stylish black hair that came down to just above his neck, he wore a purple jacket and black t-shirt with jeans - she didn't know who he was or how he'd gotten into the club. "Ahhh, I see, 'handle the prick' and all that, I apologize if I have offended, let me buy you a drink." She nodded slightly, - what the hell, - she thought, - one drink can't hurt. - "You are Lara Croft," he said with a grin,"I saw you in the paper yesterday." "I'm happy for you," she replied,"If you're from Playboy or Penthouse then the answer is still no." He laughed,"Ahhh, again you have gotten the wrong end of the stick," he paused,"I hope I have not offended you again in any way with that remark. In this day and age it becomes harder and harder to be perfectly politically correct," he sighed as if from long suffering,"Let us start again," he extended his hand,"My name is Pierre DuPont, and I have a proposition for you." - He wasn't used to meeting men bigger than him, but this Barry was, and it unnerved him slightly. "Listen, I have to get in there to talk with Pierre DuPont, if you'll just let me through...." he started forward, but one huge arm came out and stopped him. "Unless you're on the guest list," replied Barry,"You may not enter." "I represent Jaqueline Natla," he said patiently,"And..." "Ms. Natla isn't on this list either," Barry said, unmoved by the name of one of the world's richest women,"And until one of you is, you can't come in here." He hesitated for a few seconds and then turned about, walking down the street with his arms buried in his trench coat muttering to himself. There would be another time to contact DuPont, he thought, and definitely another time to teach the Bouncer a little lesson in respect. --- Later that night Lara lay restless in bed, thinking over Pierre's proposal. - It's sounds great, - she thought to herself, - But that's what's bothering me, there doesn't seem to be a downside... it's too perfect. - Pierre had told her about a contact of his at the Cairo Museum of Natural History who was part of an archeological dig with the celebrated Professor Frederick Golsha. They had come across what they believed to be an ancient tomb of an unknown Pharoah, but were having trouble accessing it due to a large number of ingenious booby traps. The Prof. needed help to get into the tomb, and was looking for a 'tombraider' clever enough to do it. - I've never seen a tomb I couldn't get into, - Lara thought to herself, - And the added public exposure will help my books sell even better... but why is Pierre asking for my help, surely he's capable of doing a job like this himself? - She thought about Pierre for a few seconds, he was kind of cute - for a Frenchman - and she idly wondered what it would be like to have sex with him. Would he be one of those arrogant men who climbed on top of you, thrust a couple of times, grunted and fell asleep? Or would he be a caring, gentle lover? Almost without realizing it she had lowered her arms down her naked form onto her gigantic breasts. Her fingers rubbing her nipples and bringing them to an all too familiar hardness. As had been the case for the last two years now, she relied on her own hands to bring her off. Her hands - lightly layered in perspiration - glided down past her slim waist to the neatly trimmed pussy hair below. She continued down between her legs and lifted her hips up, cupping her firm, round asscheeks. Lara sighed half in longing, half in contentment as her hands moved back up against her firm cuntmound. - Two years since I got laid, - she thought as her fingers played between her cuntlips, - Damn if I nearly didn't take that tosser at the club up on his offer! - As her mind ran over her problems the tips of her fingers ran back up her stomach - causing a thrill of pleasure to run through her body - and she ran them in little circles around her erect nipples, sending depth charges of sensation throughout her frame. "Geez, I need to get laid so bad," she moaned as her fingers once again ran back down her body to her pussy, which was crying for attention. Using her index and middle finger, Lara parted her vaginal lips, while she slid her thumb down and pressed the knuckle against her clitoris, which was already becoming erect. She moaned in excitement as she felt that familiar tingle spreading from her pussy and out over her entire body. Her middle finger slid up inbetween her pussylips, sliding in and out of her wet snatch, then slid a second and after that a third, sliding the three fingers in and out of her pussy faster and faster. - Immm yeah, it's not a cock but it'll do the trick! - Now Lara's fingers were pumping in and out between her legs, the friction causing a steadily growing wave of pleasure to build up between her legs. She would come soon, and she smirked slightly at the irony. When she had been getting laid her lover hadn't been able to fuck her for long enough to fulfill her, but now her fingers never failed to get her off within a few minutes. Her body tremored in ecstasy as she felt her orgasm approaching, she desperately tried to hold of the final moment of climax as long as she could. The rising crescendo of pleasure was nearly as good as the ultimate moment of orgasm itself. "Yes! Yes! YES! YEEESSSSSSSSS!!!!!," she screamed louder and louder, not caring who heard her, reveling in her orgasm, her juices exploding out over her fingers and onto the sheets, pooling up around her firm asscheeks. She pushed her hips up into her hand, burying her fingers as deeply into her gushing pussy as she could, feeling her cuntlips clamp around her fingers. At last she collapsed, her body a panting, sweating pile of flesh. - Now that's what I call a fuck! - she thought, trying to be enthusiastic, but she couldn't fool herself, she needed to feel a cock inside of her again. A real, hard dick fucking her cunt, even her vibrators couldn't give her the same feeling. "I'm too fucking horny for my own good," she muttered out loud,"I need to get my mind of things." Rolling over, and even now she couldn't help but check out her beautiful ass in the mirror against the far side of the room, she scooped up the card Pierre had given her, the picked up the phone. He answered on the fourth ring, sounding tired and disorientated. "Oui?" he asked. "Pierre, this is Lara, count me in." He didn't answer for a couple of seconds, when he did he sounded like a man desperately trying to hide his excitement. "Great, meet me at Heathrow tomorrow at 11, I already brought your ticket." She hung up without answering, but a small smile played across her lips. "Confidence, I like that in a man!" ------------------------ Heathrow - The Next Day. ------------------------ She was dressed up in comfortable, warm clothes and Pierre almost didn't recognize her, he was dressed the same as he had been at the club last night, but when he did see her and walked over to her she could still smell the soap on him. - Maybe he's got a lot of the same clothes? Or perhaps he just washes them every night? - She cut off her musings and pointed to a trolley that held her luggage. "Get that would you?" Pierre frowned, then put on a smile. "But of course, I am happy to carry your luggage around for you... perhaps you might even give me a penny and I can polish your boots?" "Funny Pierre, if you can't handle it I'll take care of it." Pierre rolled his eyes and walked to the trolley, pushing forward past her. "Follow me," he said, and added under his breath,"Unless you'd like me to carry you too?" --- "I don't know what else I'd expect from a man whose country rolled over on it's back for the Nazi's in World War II!" Lara snapped an hour later as their plane made it's way towards Eygpt. "Oh that's fine, you know the only reason the German's didn't come after you is because no one cares about your pathetic little island! And besides, the American's saved your ass!" "I can't believe I agreed to come on this trip with you, I can tell you're totally unprofessional!" she yelled at him. "ME?" replied Pierre in mock shock, lifting one arm to his chest,"I'm not the one who brought along Versace's Spring Line for a weeks work!" A stewardess arrived and looked down at them disapprovingly, Lara and Pierre both looked up at her in irritation. "WHAT?" She sighed,"Sir, Ma'am, We've only been in the air for ten minutes and your disturbing the other passengers, would you please control yourselves?" Lara muttered an obscenity, crossed her arms under her giant breasts and peered straight ahead, Pierre did the same and the Stewardess went on her way, a small smile on her face. ------------------- Half An Hour Later. ------------------- Pierre pulled the door shut. "We shouldn't be doing this," whispered Lisa, the Stewardess who only half an hour ago had berated him and Lara. Even as she spoke she was unbuttoning her top. "Sometimes," said Pierre with a grin,"The rules, they are made for the breaking, no?" "Oui," she said with a little giggle, dropping her top and revealing large breasts held in a red, lacy bra. - - That man is so infuriating! - fumed Lara to herself, waiting for him to come back from - as he put it - 'natures call.' After the plane had taken off she had attempted to make some pleasant small talk, but she had soon discovered that Pierre had nothing valid to say. He was the most sexist, ignorant... Frenchman! she had ever met. "What the fuck is taking him so long," she muttered under her breath,"I'm getting bored." ----------------------- End Part One (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 |