Lara Croft Seduced

By Cooteegurl

It had been a sweltering Egyptian day, the sun fighting to get through the cloud of dust displaced by the jeep as it bounced and jostled through the desert. The two figures in the jeep were wrapped in white cotton robes, thick enough to shield them from the sun and thick enough to be uncomfortable. Both wore goggles and had bandanas around their noses and mouths.

The driver was larger than the passenger, who was looking at an unfolded map and giving directions.

The pair finally pulled up to a large sand dune and the passenger called out for them to stop, which the driver did.

For a moment the displaced sand billowed out in front of the jeep, making it impossible to see anything, but one could hear the jeep doors open and close and boots crunching through the sand. The cloud of dust dissipated and the smaller figure drew off his balaclava to reveal the face of a beautiful young woman.

She had sharp eyes and high cheek bones, a confident smile and a long braid of brown hair. She could have been a princess with her delicate, aristocratic features, her grace and poise, but her confidence in these surroundings and the way she moved made it more likely that she was an elite soldier.

The woman moved forward towards the dune, lifting her goggles up to her forehead.

“I’m not seeing anything, Lady Croft,” her companion spoke up in a thick Arabian accent,

Lara ignored him and continued forward, screwing up her pretty face as she squinted at the sand dune. It took a few moments of careful

Lara pointed, “There! Get the blower!”

Her companion took another few steps forward, incredulous and trying to see what she had seen. He removed his goggles and mask and squinted.

Lara was too preoccupied with what she was seeing, her heart thundering with excitement so hard she didn’t even notice that her driver hadn’t moved to get the equipment.

Finally she turned to him.

“Jahimid, it’s there!” she said again, “get the equipment!”

Jahimid hurried back to the jeep and returned wheeling a large air compressor and a strange leaf-blower-looking tool with him. He turned on the air compressor and quickly began blasting away at the sand dune with the blower, Lara guiding him and telling him what to do in her British accent.

Little by little, a small crystal formation began to be revealed as more of the sand was blasted away. Jahimid’s eyes widened… it was the shape of a cat, a statue of a cat sitting up proudly carved from crystal in the middle of the desert.

“By Allah…” Jahimid whispered. In his shock his grip loosened and he lowered the blower tool blasting away some of the sand at the base of the statue. Runes carved in limestone began to appear, and the beginnings of a door set in the desert floor.

“The tomb of Amun-Nyemen…”

Lara grinned, crossing her arms.

30 minutes later the heavy stone door had been drawn open and Lara was descending into the tomb via a rope tied to the cat statue. No longer dressed in her baggy Egyptian robes, Lara wore a blue tank top that hugged her ample round bosom and slim waist, a pair of khaki shorts, rolled up to the tops of her thighs, forming to her gorgeous, muscular legs and the heart shape of her protruding backside.

Her tools consisted of a small back pack, a bright light tied to the shoulder strap, and a few other hand tools attached to her gun belt which sported a rather large golden belt buckle. Despite there having not been a living human inside this tomb in a few millennia, Lara was armed with two 1911 colt .45’s holstered at her wide hips, and a sawed off shot gun strapped to the side of her pack. She had learned that in places like this you never knew what you would run into.

Lara slid down the rope and allowed her legs to absorb the landing, then unhooked the D ring attaching her to the rig. She couldn’t even tell how large the room was, not with the little shoulder light she had, and so reached into her pack to withdraw a flare.

The tip of the flare ignited, bright red, and the red light picked up innumerable sparkles along the walls. The tomb raider had seen many things in her career, but the sight that met her eyes left her speechless.

The room was full of the most beautiful crystal she had ever seen, blue and clear as clean sea water. The walls were shaped with it, formed into runes and sculptures, built by hands in delicate and graceful ways that were both pretty and awe inspiring.

This really was the tomb of Amun-Nyemen, the crystal Pharaoh of Egypt, considered by most historians to be a myth. His was one of the lost tombs, believed to have been as mythical as the legendary pharaoh himself. This find would be the most important in archaeological history hands down; not only would this prove the existence of Amun-Nyemen, it would enlighten to historians a completely new period in Egyptian history that came even before the ancient Mesopotamians.

Lara unconsciously swayed her hips as she walked onwards, examining everything she came across. There were hieroglyphics here she never seen before, carved instead of painted. If her guess was right, this would even alter contemporary understanding of the ancient Egyptian language.

There were several passageways that led out of the room and Lara took the first one she came across, looking for the coup de grace… the sarcophagus of Amun-Nyemen.

She moved cautiously, the tapping of her hiking boots echoing down the corridor as she looked this way and that for booby traps. It was amazing she hadn’t encountered any so far, could this tomb have been so well hidden that they didn’t bother with security?

She had just entered another chamber when her flare began to die down. She tossed it aside and lit up another one. He heart jumped into her throat.

In front of her was a sheer wall face, two massive crystal Anubis statues kneeling, bowing in reverence on either side of a golden… bed. Swords and armor adorned the walls, glittering with jewels and precious metals, shining off the marble floor.

Drawn forward, Lara moved towards the bed, her heart thundering. This couldn’t be real. The sheets were… clean and new, not aged at all. The marble floor was polished to a perfect shine and marble wouldn’t even start to be used until centuries after this tomb was made!

“You are trespassing,”

Lara instantly whirled and drew her pistols in a flash, aimed towards the voice that had come from behind her. She gasped audibly.

The man she was aiming her guns at was the most beautiful man she had ever seen. He was tall and dark skinned, a firm, upright body clothed in a crisp black suit. His hair was slicked back and his eyes were sea blue and piercing.

For a moment Lara just stared, dumbstruck, then quickly shook herself.

“I usually am,” Lara responded quickly, “And it’s not quite fair to blame me for trespassing when you’re here as well,”

He didn’t take any notice of Lara’s pistols, he just strolled towards her with a confident air, clasping his hands behind his back.

“An English woman…” he said in a rich, smooth voice, “Extraordinary to find such a rare species so far from its natural environment…”

“Hm, I’ve never actually been called a rare species,” Lara kept her guns trained on him, “Who exactly are you?”

The man had a charming smile, not too much teeth, enough to be genuine but not overstated.

“That is a complicated question when posed to someone like me, as I suspect it is to you,” he slowly made his way to a piece of armor on the wall, but his sharp eyes stayed right on Lara, “I find the most fascinating people are a mixture of paradigms,”

Lara kept her pistols trained on him, but felt less and less like pulling the trigger as he turned and came towards her. Why was her heart beating faster?

“Take yourself for example,” the man continued, “You are clearly well educated, yet you have skill with brutish firearms. Your body moves with grace that is both casual and athletic as well as trained and courtly. Dressed provocatively, yet practically and at the same time you enjoy the independence of a wild mare. You are a rare woman indeed,”

With every word he stepped closer and closer and Lara found herself stepping back.

She swallowed, “Look, that’s very interesting but you’ll forgive me if I don’t swoon,”

He smiled again and her heart fluttered.

“Strong willed and fiery,” he said, not even hesitating, “very strong willed. Like me…”

“L-look, don’t come any closer, all right?” Lara sounded a little more panicky than she would have liked, “Who are you?”

“I am the owner of this place; you may call me Amun if it pleases you…”

He stepped up to her so suddenly that Lara gasped. Slowly, he reached out and took her hand, still holding the gun and turned it, palm down.

“Perhaps you have a name as well?” he smiled that smile that made her knees melt, “Or perhaps you have no name, you allow your beauty to speak for itself,”

Lara found herself smiling gently, intrigued by this man’s manner and confidence.

“Lara…” she said, sounding more like a schoolgirl than the independent woman she was.

“A fitting name for such a beauty,” he leaned down and gently pressed his lips to her hand, making her shiver.

What was wrong with her? Why was she reacting like this? He was good looking but not that good looking… well, maybe that good looking, but she was making a fool of herself!

She stepped back, a determined look on her face, still aiming her guns.

“You… what are you talking about?” Lara stumbled over her own tongue, “What are you doing?”

The man laughed. A rich, healthy laugh, and even though he was laughing at her Lara had to fight down a pleased smile.

“Just surrender, Lara,” he stepped closer to u, “this is my tomb. I am the great Pharaoh Amun-Nyemen and my power is irresistible, particularly over women…”

Lara shook her head, eyes wide and stepped back, her grip tightening on her pistols, “And I’m Sean Connery,”

“There’s no point in resisting, Lara,” he continued towards her, still smiling in a way that made her want to fall down, “You must be both punished and rewarded for defiling my temple and for your courage and wits for discovering it… you will find that you enjoy it…”

He suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist and she gasped, but didn’t fire.

“For every grain of sand you have disturbed, a thousand cries of pleasure will echo from your bedchambers… you will feel such powerful pleasure you will be in agony…” he draws her to him and wraps an arm around her waist, holding her close.

Lara’s breasts heaved up and down under her tank top as she stared wide eyed at Amun.

“I am a lion and you are in my den,” he whispered, making her heart skip a beat, “I will feast on your body and you will yield…”

Lara dug her pistol in his kidney as he leaned in closer and closer.

“Shoot me, Lara,” he smiles, “shoot me… if you can…”

Lara’s finger trembled on the trigger… he was doing something to her, she knew it. If she didn’t shoot him, she didn’t know how long she could control herself.

“N… no…” Lara protested, her body shuddering as Amun leaned in and smelled her neck.

“Give in, you magnificent woman,” he whispered, “surrender yourself to me, you belong in my bed,”

Lara was breathless, lightheaded and actually feeling dizzy. She felt like she was about to faint. Her finger tightened on the trigger but she just couldn’t bring herself to do it…

Don’t… don’t let him… don’t let him do this… Lara struggled to find something, anything to save herself.

Finally she raised her pistol, aiming it at the far wall.

Her mouth was dry and she had to swallow before speaking, unsteadily.

“Stop or I shoot,”

Amun just kissed her neck, making Lara tremble so hard she almost dropped the pistol.

“I… I’ll shoot… the armor…” Lara swayed on her feet, feeling woozy.

At this, Amun tensed. He turned to look at where Lara was aiming and when he turned back to her, for a moment he was stunned, his air of invincibility cracked. After a moment, though he slowly smiled and stepped back, leaving Lara on her wobbly feet.

She was still panting, her arms shaking and looking like she was about to fall over, but she maintained her aim on the armor on the far wall.

“Back… off…” she glared at him and he politely took several steps back. The farther away he was, the easier it was to think.

“If you follow me… I will shoot you…” Lara said, slowly sidestepping towards the door.

“You are truly remarkable, Lara,” Amun’s eyes twinkled, “In forty five hundred years I have never had a woman resist me as you just did…”

Lara made her way to the door, and hesitated… he was so gorgeous… she couldn’t stop looking at him. With a tremendous force of will, she finally broke the trance and sprinted down the hallway as fast as she could without tripping and hurting herself.

“I will have you!” Amun called after her as she ran.

Lara panted, her mind going a hundred miles a minute. It was hard to imagine what was going through her mind in there now that she was away from him. Why hadn’t she done something?! He was obviously nuts, and how did he get all the way out here without a speck of dust on his suit? Not to mention the idea that he was Amun-Nyemen was ridiculous. She had seen lots of strange things, but a 4500 year old Pharaoh walking and talking? In a suit? He did have some kind of power, but to say that he was older than written history was something even she couldn’t swallow.

Reaching back into her pack as she ran, she withdrew another flare and lit it, giving her more visibility. Suddenly, a loud bang echoed down the hall and a clap shot over Lara’s head. Someone was shooting at her! She turned just in time for another muzzle flash to light up the hallway, this time firing rapidly, a submachine gun at least.

Lara sprinted, staying close to the wall to avoid silhouetting herself and dove through the mouth of the tunnel, into the initial chamber. More bullets crashed off the ground near her and she threw herself to the side, out of the doorway to the tunnel where whoever was shooting couldn’t see her.

She could hear two male voices yelling at each other in Arabic and the scraping and smacking of several feet on the stone floor. Knowing she was outgunned and outnumbered, she was not comfortable having a close quarters gunfight in the dark, especially not in a site of such astounding importance to the archaeological community. Lara looked around for a way to even the odds…

The men ran on, stumbling several times and cursing. The woman’s flare had vanished, which meant she had turned down the main corridor towards the tomb door. She, being a stupid female, would try to make it to the exit and they would catch up with her and finish the job. They planned on just hurting her at first, they wanted to have her alive for a while… none of them had had a white woman before and it would be a shame to kill an infidel so quickly. Then she would vanish in the desert, and they would all be rich and famous for their discovery of the tomb of Amun-Nyemen.

The men, three of them, burst from the hallway and turned, aiming their guns towards the woman’s back as she ran towards the rope. But there was no woman, just her flare lying in the middle of the room…

Several muzzle flashes lit up the room from behind the men, against the wall on the opposite side of the doorway they had just entered. Two of them cried out as they were knocked off their feet and the one with the machine gun turned, just in time to scream in shock as a bullet slammed into his chest, throwing off his aim and causing him to fire into the air.

Lara caught her breath as she stepped back into the light of the flare, looking at the three men she’d just killed. Two of them she didn’t recognize, but as she got closer she recognized the third as Jahimid, lying on the ground in a crooked position, his blood pooling around him.

The miserable pratt had planned on killing her all along, bury her in the desert to take all the credit. No one in Egypt would ask many questions about a missing English woman and he would have been forever known as a great explorer and archaeologist. She didn’t feel a single pang of guilt.

Lara knew she didn’t have much time to dwell, “Amun” was still in here and she didn’t know if Jahimid had any other friends on this little expedition.

There were now three ropes dangling down from the tomb entrance, but no one to pull her up. It was going to be a harder climb without help, but Lara always enjoyed a challenge.

A hand slid around Lara’s waist and turned her around.

She gasped, going for her guns. It was Amun and he pressed her against his body.

The sudden feeling of pleasure was a shock to her system, a kick in the gut, and she just stared at him, his intense blue eyes holding hers. His body was firm and taut, she could feel his muscles, her own body feeling so slender and small against his. For a moment she felt like a little girl, her eyes wide and innocent in their surprise.

Her breasts heaved up and down, almost hyper ventilating.

“Now, you are my prize…” he said in a low, pleased tone.

She fumbled for her pistols managing to draw one out when he leaned in and kissed her deeply.

“MMM-MMPHH!!” she stiffened, eyes shooting wide open as he took her mouth in his. She could feel something coursing through her, something so good, but at the moment she was too shocked to realize it.

She drew a gun out of her holster, but as she did, she slowly began to melt.

Ohhhh my god… she slowly relaxed, So… good…

He kissed her deeply and passionately and Lara found her thoughts trailing off. Her grip on her pistol relaxed and she began to go limp, her protests becoming small grunts.

“mfh! mnhhh…!” she pawed at him.

She couldn’t focus, he had some kind of power over her. And it felt soooo good…

Her mind struggled with itself, every independent cell in her body screaming and fighting, while Amun’s body seemed to whisper to her, soothe her like a frightened mare. If she didn’t do something… he would have her.

She tried weakly to turn away, to break the kiss, but he was so strong and firm and his kiss was so deep… she squeezed the trigger of her pistol and a shot rang out, ricocheting off the floor.

Amun shifted his position, leaning into her and taking more control of her body, his hand slipping down hook up into the curve of her butt, squeezing the toned swell.

“MHH!” she tensed as he squeezed her bottom, but that felt good too. Felt so good to be held by a strong man, to be cradled possessively, a man powerful enough to slip what he wanted from her from between her fingers.

Her heart pounded and she knew he could feel it through her heaving breasts, stomach twisting with fear and excitement. She could kill him, he knew that and she knew it, but she somehow couldn’t at the same time. The thought of him taking her to bed, undressing her, possessing her body sent a thrill up her spine. If she didn’t do something soon, she would be helpless, and that thought terrified her. So why didn’t she do something?

Amun calmly continued his work on Lara’s womanly body, finishing her like a wolf finishes a wounded doe. Lara’s moans of protest became soft, feminine whimpers and her struggles ceased as her body allowed him to manhandle her, to possess her.

Lara’s pistol slipped from her slack grip and clattered to the stone floor.

“mnh… mmmm…” Lara slowly began folding back over his arm, lost in warm, smothering feelings.

Finally the kiss was broken with a wet smack of lips and Lara swooned, dipping like an old fashioned lady in the arms of a strong man.

Amun smiled down at his woman. Her generous breasts were perfectly round, pressing intently against the blue fabric of her shirt, and she had wide, child bearing hips. He caressed her delicious bottom gently as he looked his prize over. No one could resist his will, not even a legendary woman like Lara Croft.

“You are so like a wild mare,” Amun said softly, “But it is time you were caught and bridled,”

Soon, Lara was slung over Amun’s shoulder, carried back into the bed chamber, his prey. As he strolled down the hallway with Lara’s backside propped up beside his neck, candles lit by themselves, lighting the way to their destination.

When they arrived, torches along the walls ignited, filling the room with dusky, golden light, reflected off the many plates and sculpture’s made of the precious metal.

Amun ascended the steps to the golden bed and gently sat Lara down, handling her like a priceless artifact. He reached up and slid the straps of her pack down her slumped shoulders.

“N-no…” Lara protested weakly, lifting her head.

Amun removed her pack and set it down, then laid her down on the bed, legs still hanging off the side. He unbuckled her gun belt and drew it off, removing the last of Lara’s weapons.

“I… I said… no… “ Lara groaned, “don’t…”

“You cannot stop me,” Amun said simply, lifting one of her legs and setting it on his knee so he could unlace her boot, “you cannot resist me… you are a prize, Lara…”

He slipped her boot off, then her sock, freeing her dainty foot and graceful ankle, then set it down and lifted her other leg.

“Ohh…” Lara moaned as he unlaced and slid off her other boot and sock.

“Magnificent… even now you struggle…” he grinned, leaning over her, “that fire will serve me well,”

He picked up a hand and kissed it, then began drawing off the fingerless glove she wore.

“You will bear me a son, I think,” he grinned, moving to her other hand, “You are ripe and ready… he will be strong willed, with a mother like you, and fit. A warrior,”

Lara clenched her eyes shut. This couldn’t be happening.

“With a body like this, you will give me several sons,” he leaned in and kissed her gently, “and yearn to give me more,”

He unbuttoned her shorts and zipped them down, spreading them open to expose her gray cotton panties. He was preparing her like a delicious meal, drawing her shorts down, rolling to get them out from under her round butt, then lifting her legs as he drew them off her ankles.

She had to stop this, she couldn’t just let him…

“I… I… no… stop…” she panted, unable to even lift a finger.

“Shhh…” he whispered, rolling her shirt up, drawing it over her breasts, “these bosoms were made to suckle… you will be a good mother,”

Lara’s breasts were hugged together and cupped by a matching grey bra and Amun noticed the name Calvin Klein on the straps.

“Your under garments will bear my name from now on,” he finished drawing her shirt off her head.

“pl… please…,” Lara whimpered as Amun reached underneath her and unsnapped her bra, then drew it off her arms, allowing her perky breasts to bounce gently as they were freed.

“Perfect breasts are so rare…” Amun grinned down at the round, bare orbs, slowly rising and falling. He leaned down and nuzzled her breasts, running his nose over her pink nipples causing Lara to tense slightly.

Then his hands slid down her hips, to her underwear.

“No… you… you can’t just… “ Lara protested as Amun began drawing the most intimate bit of clothing off her body.

Amun just smiled at her and Lara’s heart pounded.

This has… gone way too far… not… my panties…

He worked them out from under her rump, then slid them down her thighs, oh so slowly. She grabbed weakly for his hands, but couldn’t hold on. He drew them down… and down… and down…

Until they finally slipped off her ankles.

Naked and helpless, Lara squirmed, her beautiful body writhing. This couldn’t be the end of her adventures…

Amun climbed onto her, pinning the squirming woman down, then kissed her deeply. Lara’s hands clenched tightly, then relaxed with a satisfied sigh.

Within minutes, Lara’s voice echoed down the halls in loud moans and cries that made the tomb seem both erotic, and eerie.

Lara let out a soft sigh. Her naked body was tangled in the soft silk sheets, glistening with sweat. Exhaustion, both mental and physical, left her immobilized despite her athletic physique, yet Amun already had his breath back. She felt almost hollowed out, full of pleasure and satisfaction with room for nothing else.

For the life of her she couldn’t think of why she had resisted him at all. He was firm and strong, made her feel like a woman and knew her body better than she did. It had been complete sexual domination, he had done his work on her body and was true to his word. The wild, independent Lara croft, the tomb raider, had been broken like a thorough bred.

Amun returned to her a few moments later, dressed in his suit once again, smiling down at her. She smiled back, weakly, still tired.

“Stand,” he simply said, taking her by the hand.

Long legs stepped off the bed and the sheets dropped from her sweaty body, leaving her shapely form naked once again, glistening in the torch light. Amun looked her up and down as Lara’s hips swayed in a lazy fashion as she struggled to maintain her balance.

“Beautiful…” Amun said, “You are evanescent,”

Lara sighed, eyes lidded with exhaustion, but so pleased.

Amun opened a small chest he had carried in and set it on the bed. Inside were rich silks, gold, soft fabrics, gems. The pharaoh reached inside and withdrew a purple silk bra, with gold emboss and gems running down the straps.

The triumphant King slipped the garment around Lara’s chest, her breasts pushed together, then clipped it into place behind her back with a small chain. The bra was woven with gold, shining and pure, making her already glowing skin seem ethereal.

Next he removed a golden collar, lined with hieroglyphs with a ringlet set in the front. He fitted this around Lara’s neck, moving her braid out of the way and forcing her to lift her chin. Next came a pair of golden shackles, which he locked around her wrists.

The last thing to leave the chest was what looked like underwear made of solid gold. A wide ribbon of purple transparent purple silk fell down the front and the back, the gold formed to hold the vagina, the back shaped like a woman’s buttocks. A lock in the shape of a heart dangled from the front.

It was a virginity belt. It was a symbol of femininity, but also of submission, of possession by a man. He approached Lara and slipped it into place on the compliant former tomb raider. He slid the lock into place and clicked it closed, leaving Lara looking like her feminine parts had been dipped in gold.

She was led away to the surface.

The Croft mansion would become a possession of Amun-Nyemen’s, as well as all the artifacts from her travels and the Croft fortune. Lara was quickly pregnant, and a changed woman.

Game Over