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 I was surprised I couldn't find stories about Lara Croft getting raped ...
and I tried quite hard to find them!  I found loads about her fucking, but
only a few shitty rape stories.  She is a powerful, super sexy fantasy
character, who spends her life dominating everyone she comes in contact
with.  Imagine someone putting her in her place!  I would've thought this
would make great subject matter and every author into force fantasies
would've written their own version, but apparently not!  So, as a true
maverick to the cause, I have decided to take up the helm!!!  Enjoy!

   It's quite violent btw.

   **************

   "What now, Vladimir?  It looks like you've trapped yourself in the foxes
lair." Lara quipped in a playful voice.  She smiled, totally calm.  For
most, the situation would have looked grim, but Lara was not at all phased.

   Lara was trapped in this derelict mental hospital, with this hulk of a
man.  Baying for her blood, he had clearly followed her here with the
intention of murdering her.  Who had given him this mission, she did not
know.

   Their game of cat and mouse had started at the hospital gates, no more
than 10 minutes ago, with him hot on her heals from the outset.  Lara,
always one step ahead, had led him through the twisted corridors of peeling
paint work, broken floor boards and old wheel chairs, dodging magazine
after magazine of gunfire.  Now, at an apparent dead end, and with both of
them out of ammunition, the stand off had begun.

   The windows to this grotty room were barred, and Vladimir, her new worst
enemy, had just locked the only door.  This Vladimir hadn't been too
successful with his Skorpion 61, but physically he seemed like he could
handle himself.  At almost 7 feet and with broadness to match, he was
clearly going to be the stronger of the two.  However, Lara knew her speed
and agility would see her through.  It always did.

   Vladimir slowly edged closer, clenching his fists and cracking his
knuckles.

   "So, Lady Croft ...  I'm not going to kill you.  I'm going to rape you."
said Vladimir in his thick Russian accent.  He paused to offer a sinister
grin.  "I am going to hammer your cunt, and crush those fat tits in FISTS.
I'm going to break your spirit, Croft, and leave you nothing more than
broken shell of ravaged flesh.  When you drag self from this hospital on
belly, aching from your time with Vladimir Ruchkov ...  the famous
IMPERVIOUS Lara Croft, will be nothing more than battered WHORE."

   Vladimir's eyes were piercing lasers, fixed on her with evil intent. 
For the first time in memory, Lara felt the shroud of fear begin to settle
on her.  This old school soldier meant every word, and he might even be
capable of his intentions.  She felt the hairs stand up on the back of her
neck, and was suddenly conscious of her vulnerability.  She was scared.

   Feeling herself start to succumb to her fear, she quickly snapped back
to her trademark edgy concentration.

   "Both eloquent and disgusting at the same time.  It looks like I'm going
to enjoy teaching you a few manners."

   "Teach me manners?" Vladimir paused, then cursed her sharply in his
mother tongue.  He spat on the floor, and clenched his fists once more.  "I
am going to teach you place in this world.  You nothing more than WHORE ...
for me to use as I please!"

   Disgusted at the words of this brute, and boiling over with rage, Lara
sprang into action.  Wasting no time, she leapt forwards, aiming a powerful
hook at Vladimir's jaw.  Vladimir was fast, and sliding backwards he
parried and tripped Lara, sending her tumbling to the floor.  The initial
shock of being bettered quickly passed, and Lara rolled straight back to
her feet, readying herself.  Incensed now, she charged again, this time
thrusting a kick out squarely at his ribs.  But again, to no avail. 
Vladimir simply slid back out of range, knocking the kick to one side with
a strong arm.

   "Well trained, for a grotesque ape" Lara commented bitterly, readying
herself in a defensive stance.  She had got the measure of her foe, and she
did not like the ease with which he defended himself.  Again, she felt a
tingle of unease run down her spine.

   "Slow and predictable, like pathetic whore." replied Vladimir, through
grit teeth.  Lara watched him look her up and down as she stood there,
fists raised.  Her small black shorts hugged her sexy ass tightly, and
showed off miles of athletic tanned thighs, while her black camisole top
strained against the swell of her massive breasts.  His expression was
hungry, and it filled Lara with dread.  "This is how Spetsnaz elite fight
...  "

   Vladimir stepped in.  He swung once, but Lara parried it.  He swung
again, but she dodged with cat-like reflexes.  His knee came up to her
stomach, and Lara moved to one side.  But, this time, it was a fake. 
Vladimir's open palm came forwards, and caught her hard in the chest.  She
felt the impact smash hard into her upper body, and was carried backwards
and rammed into the wall.  At the moment of impact, Vladimir's contact hand
clamped hard and painfully around her left breast, crushing it with the
same power of the punch.  Winded, Lara had remained standing, and quickly
regained composure.  Knocking away the hand at her chest, she placed a foot
into the soldier's stomach, and kicked him backwards several yards.

   The special forces soldier steadied himself and paused to watch Lara's
reaction.  She winced and her hand moved straight to her breast, now
feeling the pain of the impact of the punch, and subsequent molestation. 
She looked at him with anger, and interestingly, a hint of vulnerability.

   "Is that the best you've got, soldier boy?  I get worse than that
getting measured in the lingerie department!"

   "You should let me measure you up sometime, Croft.  I guarantee you
won't shop with me again."

   Vladimir sprung forwards again, throwing a juggernaut of a punch at
Croft's face.  She leaned her head to one side just in time, and felt the
shards of plaster board fly into her face, as the soldier's fist smashed
through the wall.  Locking eyes with him, she watched, expecting him to
crumple in agony with a broken fist.  Instead she felt the impact from his
other fist, straight into her solar plexus.

   The impact was too much for anyone to bear, and Lara went white as a
sheet, buckling at the knees, falling like a puppet with severed strings.
Slumping forward into his chest, she clutched at her stomach, and then
slowly dropped to her knees.  As she gasped for air, Vladimir grabbed her
pony tail and forced her head back.  She locked eyes with him once more,
but could think of nothing except the crushing churning sensation in her
stomach.

   Things seemed to go in slow motion as she gazed into his eyes.  When he
slapped her across the cheek, she literally saw stars.  For a moment,
nothing made sense, and all she saw was black.  She faintly felt herself
hit the floor, and her head bounce on impact with the filthy worn carpet.
Her ears rang, and she could smell stale piss in the rancid carpet fibres.
Her senses were in a million places at once.  Her eyes felt like they were
open, but she couldn't see.  She couldn't think.  She couldn't feel.

   Like waking from a dream, her awareness slowly crept back in.  She tried
to figure out what was going on, and where she was.  The shroud slowly
lifted.  First the pain in her right cheek reminded her of the fight, and
then the dull ache of her left breast remind her of her assailant's
intentions.  And now she felt the twisting of her arms behind her back, and
a heavy weight on top of her.

   "This is how we treat whore in Russia!"

   Lara opened her eyes and realised she was face down on the filthy
carpet. Vladimir was on top of her, straddling her, and was binding her
arms behind her back.  By the time she she was fully back to her senses,
she was helplessly disabled.

   "Get off me, you filthy animal", Lara cried.  "GET OFF ME!"

   "That's it Croft.  Scream.  Fight."

   Vladimir gripped Lara's left upper arm tightly, keeping her pressed
firmly into the carpet, while his right hand explored.  He reached behind
himself, and massaged Lara's ass through her tight shorts.  Sliding down to
her thighs he squeezed and rubbed the tanned flesh, pressing in powerful
finger tips, leaving fresh red marks in their wake.

   "STOP IT, NOW" Lara commanded, grimacing at sensation of the rough
exploring hand.

   "FUCK YOU CROFT!" Vladimir growled in response.  He lowered his head
beside hers and gave her a menacing smile.  "You're mine now ..."

   Flipping her over onto her back, the soldier sat his weight onto Crofts
hips, disabling her once more.  With her arms awkwardly behind her back,
she was completely helpless.  Grabbing her top between the breasts, Vlad
tore ferociously, ripping the shirt open and tearing apart the delicate bra
beneath.  Lara's glorious natural melons bounced free.  Firm, heavy orbs,
with generous nipples and areola sat huge and disproportionately on her
chest.  As she struggled beneath her captor, they flopped obscenely from
side to side, giving her rapist a marvellous cock-hardening show.

   Taking her already slightly bruised left breast in both hands, he
massaged it firmly and purposefully.  Then he slowly clenched tighter and
tighter.  His fingers dug in deeper and deeper at the base, squeezing it's
form into an elongated reddening mushroom shape, causing Lara to moan with
discomfort, and eventually cry out with pain.

   "Yes, Lara.  Cry out!"

   He soon released her left breast and switched to her right, repeating
the cruel crushing two-handed groping.  Struggling, she could do nothing to
stop him, and once again she cried out when she could take the pain no
more.

   "You don't like it?  Huh?  Fat titted whores like you need to learn what
these things are for ..."

   Vladimir moved to grope both breasts at the same time, squeezing them
firmly, playing with them in a less aggressive way as he spoke to his prey.

   "How does it feel for these tits to get special treatment, like they
deserve, hmmm?  Whore bag ...  eh?" Vladimir chuckled to himself.  "Yes,
whore bags.  I like that."

   Lara still had fight left in her.  She looked up at the man abusing her
sensitive breasts, and growled at him.

   "Let me GO, YOU BASTARD!  When you let your guard down, I will slit your
fucking thr ...  "

   Lara trailed off into a cry of pain as Vladimir crushed her breasts in
vice like fists.

   "DON'T THREATEN ME, FUCKING BITCH!" he roared.

   With the grip unrelenting on her breasts, Lara cried out over and over,
until her cries finally became pleas.

   "Please, STOP.  NO MORE!  NO MORE!!!  NO MORE!!!!" she wailed.

   When the soldier finally released her tits, she felt a tear roll down
the side of her cheek.  Her relief came at a price.  She realised he had
broken her resolve, and she had shown him weakness.  It made her feel sick;
sicker than the ache in her guts from the earlier punch.  Her breasts ached
painfully, her stomach was churning, her cheek still stung, and now she was
on the way to losing her spirit, just as he'd said she would.

   "That's it Lara, cry!  You are pathetic.  Big titted fuck whore, and
nothing more.  I will use your slut body, and cast you aside with rest of
shit in this place."

   Now she was breaking, Vladimir decided he would try to have some fun. 
Reaching for his zipper, he slowly undid his pants.

   "Now, let's have some fun, Lara, eh?"

   Reaching into his pants, he roughly pulled out his already rock hard
cock.  It came out thick, and long, the uncircumcised head straining with
his obvious arousal.  He held it in his right hand, stroking it slowly. 
Lara looked at his cock, concerned at it's size.  It was a thick swollen
monster that clearly wouldn't go in easily.  She glanced at his face.  He
was deciding what to do, or rather, where to stick it.

   "You'd better play nice, bitch, else you know I won't be playing nice
with you ...  "

   He shuffled up her body slightly, until he was just under her breasts.
Despite the attraction of her gorgeous pouty lips, he wasn't foolish enough
to put his cock anywhere near her mouth.  Instead, he once again took her
sore abused breasts in his hands, and firmly closed them around his shaft.

   "Mmmmm.  Lara.  This is what these fuck bags are made for, mmm?"

   Croft lay there watching him begin to rhythmically tug her breasts up
and down his shaft.  It was uncomfortable, but no where near as brutal as
the previous assault.  His thick long rod disappeared inside the deep
cavern of her cleavage on the down stroke, then the head poked through on
the up stroke.  He kneaded her huge breasts firmly with powerful fingers,
squashing them tightly around his cock, sliding them up and down his
throbbing meat.  Pausing, he roughly pulled her tits apart, spat a thick
wad phlegm into her cleavage, then cocooned his cock once more.

   Lara moaned a little at the discomfort on her chest.  It was tough to
breathe with the weight of this beast resting on her torso, and her breasts
were constantly sore and aching.  She lay very still, allowing him to get
lost in his pleasure, and hopefully lose his awareness.  Sure enough, after
a few minutes of fucking her pendulous breasts, he had his head tilted back
and was groaning with pleasure.

   "Oh.  Mmmmm.  Lara.  Your tits feel so good around my c ...  "

   SLAM!  Lara's knees came up into Vladimir's back with all the force she
could muster.  As they crunched into his shoulders, she bucked her hips up
as hard as she could, sending her rapist flying forwards over her head. 
Instantly she flipped herself up onto her feet, and turned round to see the
soldier scrambling to get up.

   "FUCKER!" she shouted, in a thoroughly unladylike manner.  Running
towards him, she planted the hardest kick she could right into his ass,
cracking into the base of his spine.  Vladimir flew face first into the
wall and scrambled once again to get his bearings.

   "Think you can get the best of Lara Croft, do you?"

   With her hands still tied behind her back, attacking was awkward, but
she gave it her best shot, landing a kick into his exposed ribs as he tried
to stand.

   Every time Vladimir tried to regain composure, Croft landed another blow
from her powerful legs, sending him to the ground over and over again.  As
he tried to stand, she would boot him in the backside.  As he tried to
block her attacks, she would come in from another angle and crack him in
the jaw.  When he tried to crawl away, she would leather him in the ribs
and send him back onto his belly.  It was the soldier's turn to see stars,
and of course taste his own blood, and see his teeth sparkling on the floor
beside him.

   The revenge assault continued for no more than 30 seconds, and then it
was all over.  Now completely incapacitated, Vladimir lay on his front,
breathing heavily, watching Lara through blood shot eyes.

   "You messed with the wrong girl, you filthy ape." Lara shouted.

   Despite feeling like he'd just been run over by a train, he managed a
slight chuckle.  The site of Lara standing over him, red abused tits
swaying with her movements, still turned him on, even if he couldn't really
feel his dick any more.

   Lara had spent enough time tied up, and she was ready to free herself
and finish this piece of shit.  Her resolve and spirit had returned, and
any doubt in herself had been blown away by the ass whooping she had just
dished out.  Full of confidence and looking around, she spied the soldier's
boot dagger.  She crouched down beside him to get it, turning her back to
him and fumbling around with her restrained hands to try and get a grip on
it.

   "Now, class is in session.  Time for your final lesson ...  " Lara
muttered.

   She turned her head round to make sure the soldier was still lying
still. Instead, she came face to face with the sole of a giant army boot.
WHACK!  The heavy dull thud of sturdy army footwear cracked into the side
of her face.  Lara was sent sprawling forwards, and once more was
disorientated.  This time, the kick hadn't taken her out completely, and
she kept some of her awareness.

   "Whaaa ???  " she mumbled, rolling onto her side and shaking her head in
an attempt to clear it.  She tilted her head and watched Vladimir slowly
raise himself and begin to crawl over to her on all fours.  Blood and
saliva from his battered mouth leaked out and swung thick and stringy from
his jaw, like something from a zombie movie.  Worse still, his monster cock
was swinging between his legs, still ready for action.  His hulking frame
closed the short distance lazily in his injured state.  Soon he was at her
feet, and putting a strong hand on one of her ankles as he paused to catch
his breath.

   "NEVER turn ...  " Vladimir stopped to spit out a mouthful of gore. 
"Never turn your back on Spetsnaz, stupid whore."

   Lara closed her eyes tightly, and shook her head once more, trying to
clear her foggy senses.  She pulled hard on her bonds, but still couldn't
get her hands out from behind her back.  Fighting her injury induced
exhaustion, she forced herself to try to get to her feet.  However, before
she could even sit up right, the massive hulk of the soldier collapsed
heavily on top of her, flattening her back onto the floor.  Lying on her
back, squashed beneath this brute, she once again was completely trapped.

   With his head hanging down beside hers, she could hear his laboured
breathing and gurgling, as blood seeped it's way into his throat.  Lara
turned her head as far away as possible from the disgusting mess.  She
cursed herself for making such a stupid mistake.

   "Ok, Lara.  Let's finish this now ...  huh?"

   Vladimir was now edging down her shorts.  Keeping his weight pressed
into her, he switched from side to side, alternating his hands, pushing her
shorts down inch by inch and taking her panties with them.  Lara began to
struggle once more, summoning up the remnants of her energy and writhing
beneath the soldier, but she just couldn't budge his weight.  Soon her
shorts and panties were at her knees, and her smooth shaven pussy was
defenceless and open.

   Raising one leg up, Vladimir hooked her shorts and panties on his foot,
and pushed them down her legs to her ankles, the tread of his boot
scrapping painfully over Lara's exposed shins as he did so.  Finally
kicking them off her feet, he was free to force himself between her legs,
and spread her golden thighs apart.

   "Grrrr ...  don't you dare!" growled Lara, still trying to get free,
despite the futility of the situation.

   Vladimir ignored her.  He was too exhausted to engage in banter any
more. He just wanted to take his prize and destroy his enemy.  He hated
Lara with a sexual passion.  Had she been anyone else, he would've killed
her, but this woman was too unique, too strong, and to damn sexy to kill.
He wanted to fuck the shit out of her, to punish her and be the first to
take her against her will.

   The imminent resolution of his desires gave him renewed energy. 
Grabbing his cock in his right hand, he put the thick swollen head at the
entrance to her dry pussy.  Rubbing it left and right, he worked her lips
apart and finally found her tight unwelcoming entrance.  Pushing forwards,
twisting his hips left and right, he slowly forced her hole open, as his
monster began to burrow inside.

   Lara cringed and grit her teeth as she felt his thick cock force its way
inside her.  Her fight was suddenly gone.  When Vladimir's crotch finally
pushed firmly into hers, and the full length of his cock was pulsating deep
within her cunt, Lara was beaten.  A single tear rolled down her cheek in
response to her humiliating defeat.

   "I fucking fill you with my sperm, whore." gurgled Vladimir.  "I give
you fucking Russian baby to bear.  Hmmm?"

   Vladimir spat another mouthful of blood onto the floor next to Lara's
face, and waited for her response.  She simply turned her head to the other
side to avoid eye contact.

   "YES?" the soldier growled, pulling his hips back and slamming his cock
into her.  He held it in deep as Lara groaned, and revelled in the widening
of her eyes marking her obvious pain.

   Seeing Lara was beaten and wasn't going to rise to his taunting any
more, Vladimir gave in to his aching exhaustion.  He hung his head down
next to hers, resting his forehead on the floor, and allowed his body to
fall limp.  Lara felt so completely crushed, she was struggling to breathe.
It was horrifyingly claustrophobic.  Then this battered brute began to move
his hips.  His thick cock slid out of Lara's velvet tunnel, the swollen
veins rubbing a distinctive pattern that made the length of stroke
painfully measurable.  Then forcing his cock back in, he stretched her wide
once more, ploughing in hard, bottoming out deep within Lara's belly.  Lara
felt so completely abused.

   "Uggghh" Vladimir grunted as he thrust into her again.  In his injured
state, he was only half aware of what was going on, but all that awareness
was wrapped up in the sensation on his dick.  As his rhythm continued and
intensified, he was lost in the tight soft pussy he was brutally defiling.

   RAM, RAM, RAM.  He started to slam his hips into the crotch of his
incapacitated foe.  The weight of his body forced involuntary breaths of
air to escape Lara's lips as he drove into her.  She lay motionless except
for the rhythmic jolting of her frame, a look of vacancy etched onto her
face as her cunt was pounded.

   "Ahhhhh" Vladimir moaned, exhaling stuttering uncontrolled breaths as he
felt his cock swell and his groin throb with the build up of pleasure. 
"Ohhhh Lara" he groaned again.  Stopping his thrusting, he pushed in hard
and squirmed his hips around and around, enjoying the sensation of his meat
in her to the hilt.  "I'm going to fill you with my sperm ....  fucking
Russian sperm, fucking whore".

   He lifted himself up a little and looked down at his prey, before
starting his rhythm again.  Lara remained a void, looking away, her eyes
blank as she tried to mentally escape the torment.  The soldier did not
care, and continued to grind his hips into her, forcefully pushing in long
deep strokes, feeling his cock head swell with each penetration.

   Selecting one of her breasts, he began to pump his hips faster. 
Squashing and kneading her fat tit in time with his fucking, he felt a
giant climax building within him.  "Mmmmmm" he groaned, squeezing and
thrusting, squeezing and thrusting, harder and firmer, losing himself,
using his limp enemy as his fuck toy.

   "That's it whore ....  THAT'S IT!" he groaned.  Panting as he rammed
into her, his mouth still oozing gore, he gripped her tit hard and hung his
head down once more as he felt himself begin to spasm.  SLAM, SLAM, he
crushed her poor abused tit in a vice like grip and jammed his thick tool
into her brutally as he rode out a monster orgasm.  Cum exploded deep
inside her cunt, filling her with the seed he promised her as he openly
groaned like a dying animal.  Then finally Vladimir's heaving hulk
collapsed back onto her, panting and spent.  All the while Lara remained
still.

   It was a full 2 minutes before the soldier began to move.  He slid his
flaccid tool out of Lara's abused pussy with a slurp before rolling off her
to one side.  Lara took in a deep breath having been half suffocated during
the ordeal.  Vladimir just chuckled quietly to himself, then painfully got
to his feet.

   Straightening up, he looked down at the thoroughly defeated Lara croft.
She still didn't make eye contact with him.

   "I'm not going to kill you, Croft.  So, I look forward to seeing you
again.  Next time, I fuck you even harder."

   Putting his cock away, he staggered slowly towards the door.  He just
needed to make it back to his car, and then he could make it back to his
safe house.  His hand absent mindedly checked to make sure he still had his
gun, and then he glanced down at his boot to check for his dagger.  It
wasn't there.

   Moments later, Lara was slitting his throat.


   END