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.