Tomb Raider: A Victim is Born
By Deathstalker
Commissioned by Lucifera

Chapter One: Paralyzed With Fear

“Don’t you fucking move.”

Lara Croft lay in the soggy dirt and grass, staring up at the man holding the pistol on her.   She’d never felt such all-consuming terror before.   After everything she’d endured since being shipwrecked on the island of Yamatai, both her body and mind were exhausted.   I don’t want to die here.   The thought kept rolling around in Lara’s mind.   Her side throbbed terribly where the rebar had impaled her.   In the humid jungle, the wound still hadn’t clotted properly, leaving the side of her grimy tank top sticky with her blood.   When the man turned his attention away from her, she considered trying to escape.   But her fear was too strong and her body was too sore.   She imagined trying to get away only to wind up shot in the back and choking to death on her own blood.   She didn’t want that.

So she did as she’d been told and stayed put.   Even as she heard her friends being hunted down and killed, she couldn’t bring herself to move.   She wanted to spring up, get free, and try to help.   She wanted to run headlong into the jungle and lose herself.   But she couldn’t move.   The rope binding her wrists chaffed her as it dug into her skin.   Lara squeezed her eyes shut and tried to block out the sounds of her friends dying around her.   It didn’t work.   And as she heard them taken out one by one, she felt more and more failure wash over her.

If I just do as he says, he won’t hurt me, Lara told herself firmly, trying to make herself believe it.   If I stay here and don’t try to escape, he doesn’t have any reason to kill me.   He’ll let me live.   Maybe even let me go.   She knew her thoughts were unrealistically optimistic.   She had no reason to believe the man wouldn’t just return to find her waiting and put a bullet in her head.   He could have done that already, she told herself.   If he just wanted me dead, I’d be dead.   Which left a very disturbing question rattling around in Lara’s head.   If he doesn’t want me dead, what does he want from me?   A myriad of disturbing images played in Lara’s mind, each one worse than the last, but still she couldn’t force herself to move.

By the time the man returned, Lara’s cheeks were damp with her tears.   “Please,” she muttered, her body trembling as she looked up at him from the ground.   “Don’t kill me.   I don’t want to die.”

The man laughed at her pleading.   “I’m not going to kill you,” he replied, looking over the young woman’s body, seeing through the dirt and grime that covered her to what was underneath.   She was a sexy thing, and the tears running down her face only made her sexier as far as he was concerned.   “But you might wish I had.”

Lara’s eyes shot wide.   “What are you going to do to me?”   She wasn’t so naïve that she didn’t recognize the carnal look in the man’s eyes.   The way he undressed her with his eyes.   She shook her head, finally finding the strength to move.   She kicked her feet, digging her boots into the mud and trying to push herself away.   “You stay the bloody hell away from me!”

Lara didn’t get far before the man pounced on top of her.   She squirmed, trying to get free of his grip, but with her hands bound behind her back, she couldn’t get any leverage.   She tried to kick at him but he was pinning her legs to the ground with his own.   Lara gasped as she caught sight of the needle in his hand.   She tried to turn away from it but it was no use.   The man jabbed the tip of the needle into her exposed neck and a moment later, Lara felt a rush of dizziness wash over her as the drugs took hold.   Her head thumped to the ground as she fought to keep her eyes open.   She managed a groan of protest as the man lifted her into his arms and slung her dead weight over his shoulder.   Then everything went black.

“Sleep tight, little girl,” the man growled, sliding one hand to Lara’s ass and giving the pliant flesh a firm squeeze.   His cock was already half-erect in his pants and he couldn’t wait to get the young woman back to camp.   Me and the boys are going to have a good time tonight, he thought as he felt Lara’s breasts pressing against his back, her limp form shifting as he carried her through the jungle.

***

The first thing Lara felt when she came around was the hardness pumping inside her.   The drugged haze in her head made it difficult for her to figure out what exactly it was pumping into her.   She just knew it was plunging deep inside her, filling her in a way she hadn’t felt in quite some time.   In a way that she’d certainly missed.   So still out of it from the drugs, she didn’t think too hard about what was happening.   She just let her body move instinctively in response to that hard pleasure pumping away inside her.

She’d been moved.   That awareness came when she realized she could no longer feel the soft soil underneath her body.   When she realized she could feel the rough wood underneath her far too well, she knew she’d been stripped.   Then the blissful release of an orgasm ripped through her body and Lara let out a soft moan, finally remembering the man with the gun.   In that moment, she fully understood what was being done to her and with that understanding came a wave of nausea as she realized she’d just allowed herself to cum.   She forced her eyes to focus and saw the man who’d capture her leering down at her, drips of his sweat falling from his face to hers.   With a powerful grunt, he tensed on top of her and Lara felt his warm seed shooting deep inside her.

Disgust washed over Lara as the man slid his wilting cock free of her violated cunt.   She could feel his cum inside her and trickling from her pussy.   Worse was the shame of her own climax from the rape.   I was drugged, she tried to tell herself.   Barely conscious.   I didn’t know what was happening.   She tried to sit up and found the task impossible.   Turning her head, Lara saw the ropes binding her to the table she’d been forced onto, fixing her in a spread eagle position.   She turned back to the man who’d just finished raping her.   Under different circumstances, Lara might have found him handsome.   Rugged and in need of a proper bathing, but he wasn’t physically unattractive.   Somehow, that only mad her body’s betrayal hurt that much worse.   He grinned back at her as he tucked himself back into his pants then turned to leave the small room where she was being kept.

The room was just big enough to hold the table she was tied to.   The walls were a mishmash of wood and corrugated metal, hastily fastened together to create some form of shelter.   Whether she was in a single-room shack or a small room that was part of a larger structure, Lara didn’t know.   But she planned to find out as soon as she got free.   She’d have to find some clothing, not knowing what the man had done with hers.   I could steal it from the bastard who just raped me, she thought as she imagined killing the man.   But covering her naked flesh was low on Lara’s list of priorities.   Getting free was vastly more important at the moment.

A quick death may have been preferable to this, Lara thought as she gave the ropes binding her wrists and ankles to the table testing tugs.   The knots were solid and she couldn’t shift her fingers around to work at them.   At least he’s finished with me for now, she thought with a smidge of relief.   It gives me time to work on getting free.   Before Lara could consider how exactly she was going to loosen the ropes binding her to the table, the door to the small room opened.   She lifted her head, looking down the length of her nude body, to the figure standing in the doorway.   A different man, but there for the same thing the last had been, judging by the lecherous smirk on his face.

And this one’s not nearly as easy on the eyes, Lara thought as she looked the man over.   He had a full beard, a sun-burnt and scarred face, and was about fifty pounds overweight.   How could someone be trapped on this island and still be overweight?   She imagined she’d never know the answer to the question and wasn’t sure she even wanted to.   Worse than any of the other traits was the fact that the man just looked greasy.   Like he made a habit of rolling around in used motor oil on a bi-weekly basis.

The man shut the door behind him and made his way towards where Lara was lying.   He worked his pants open, dropping them and kicking his feet free.   He pulled his hardening cock free of his underwear as he reached the end of the table.   Lara felt the urge to vomit as she noticed his cock looked just as greasy as the rest of him.   “Don’t usually like getting sloppy seconds,” he told Lara as he climbed onto the table with her.   The less-than-stable wooden table groaned from his added weight.   Maybe with a little luck, the table would shatter and she’d be able to get free.   Beat this fat bastard’s head in with a table leg, Lara thought.   “But when a bitch is as fine as you are, I’m not going to complain.”   He guided himself to her wet entrance and pushed into the soft folds of her cunt.   Lara’s jaw clenched, trying to ignore the pleasant tingle in her loins as the man entered her.   Her body was still on edge from the orgasm she’d awoken to and the drugs still lingering in her system didn’t make things any easier.

“Get off of me, you pig!” Lara snarled, turning her head away as the man tried to force his lips onto hers.

“Your lips say no,” the man growled, dragging his tongue along her cheek as he groped one of her bare breasts.   “But your wet cunt says fuck me and that’s exactly what I intend to do.”   Lara gasped as he pinched down on her nipple and gave it a tug.   “And I’m not the only one.   You’ve got a long line of admirers waiting to take a ride.   You’re in for a long night, little girl.”   His hips rose and fell, pumping faster into her.   Lara groaned and squirmed as best she could, but her limited movements seemed to only encourage the man to fuck her harder and despite the creaking of the wood, the table seemed determined not to break apart.

“Been too long since we’ve had a good piece of pussy around,” the man growled, nibbling at one of Lara’s earlobes.   He cried out and went tense suddenly and Lara felt his cum shooting into her.   “Far too long,” he panted as he slid out of her.   “But you’re not going anywhere.   So I’ll have plenty of time to get more enjoyment out of you.”   He grabbed his half-hard cock and squeezed the last of his jizz into her pubic hair before smearing it around with his cock head.   He laughed at the disgusted look on Lara’s face before hopping off the table and heading for the door.

“She’s ready for another one,” he called through the door with a grin and a laugh.   “This bitch is insatiable!”

The door didn’t even have a chance to close before a third man entered, already stripping.   “Got something for you, girlie,” he said, pulling another drug-filled syringe from his pocket.   “This should help you enjoy yourself a little more.”   He pulled the cap off the syringe and jabbed the needle into Lara’s inner thigh.   As the plunger descended, Lara felt pleasant warmth rush into her.   She waited for the drug to steal her consciousness again, but it didn’t happen.   Must be a weaker solution, she thought as she let out a soft moan as something soft and wet stroked across her clitoris.   She forced her head up – it felt so heavy now – to see what the source of the sensation was and saw the man who’d injected her with his head between her splayed thighs.

Watching the dirty, ungroomed man eating her out, Lara knew she should feel revulsion and outrage.   That she should be struggling to get free so she could fight the man off, kill him even.   But the drug set her nerve endings on fire with desire while dulling her mind.   And she was finding it increasingly difficult to ignore the growing desire within her.   When the man climbed onto the table and positioned himself over her – just like the last two had – Lara looked up at him with clear yearning.   She had enough self-awareness left in her drug-addled mind to hate the man for creating the yearning in her.   And to hate herself a little for not being strong enough to ignore the effects of the drug.

Lara cried out as the third man of the night pushed into the warm embrace of her wet cunt.   After his oral teasing, it only took a handful of pumps before the young woman’s body went rigid in the throes of a second climax.   She shuddered as the man’s stubble tickled against her breast then groaned as his lips locked around one of her dark nipples.   His slippery tongue flicked against the tip of the hard nub, further tormenting her with pleasure as he drove into her.   Lara’s body writhed awkwardly on the table, hands and feet pulling at her bindings, but no longer trying to escape.   As a third orgasm ripped through her, Lara wanted nothing more than to get free so she could wrap her arms and legs around her nameless lover and fuck him back as hard as he was fucking her.

Caught at the height of her high, Lara groaned loudly in disappointment as the man pulled free of her throbbing pussy.   She felt the sticky tip of his cock drag along her toned abs and through her cleavage before the man was straddling her chest and his prick was resting on her chin.   She could feel his butt pressing against her breasts, tingles of pleasure radiating out from her overly sensitive nipples.   He took hold of Lara’s dark brown hair but the drugged woman needed little encouragement to lift her head and suck him into her mouth.   She bobbed her head forward, sucking him down her throat eagerly.   It wasn’t until she tasted the first glob of his seed on her tongue that she had a moment of self-realization.   What are you doing, Lara?   This sick bastard is raping you!   Before she could get herself under enough control to think about biting down on the man’s spurting member, he pulled free of her lips and let the last few shots of his jizz splatter over her cheeks and chin.

“Now that’s a good girl,” the man said with a grin as he smeared some of his cum across Lara’s lips.   Her tongue darted out to lick up the substance without thinking and she felt another jolt of self-hatred.   “You’ll make a perfect little fuck slut for us.”   He rolled off of Lara’s chest and hopped down from the table.   She gasped as she saw a fourth man was already waiting to use her, cock out and standing at firm attention.   And she knew, thanks to the drug’s effects, she was just as ready for him.   She could already imagine how nice his thick girth would feel as it stretched her open.   As eager as the man was, Lara didn’t have to imagine what he would feel like for long.

By the time the drug running through Lara’s system lost its potency, the young woman had lost track of the number of men who’d forced themselves on her.   Worse, she’d lost track of the number of times those men had driven her to climax.   But as the pleasant warmth of the drug faded and she was left feeling sore and angry, she vowed to fight the men any way she could.   She pulled at her bindings – the one around her right hand felt a little looser – and she clenched her vaginal muscles as hard as she could, making it difficult – but unfortunately for her, not impossible – for the men to enter her.   They let her go on with her struggles for a while – enjoying the way her resistant cunt clenched tight around their dicks – before she was given a third shot.   Lara cursed them and tried to ignore the drug, but little by little, her resistance faded away once again.

The room had no windows, making it nearly impossible for Lara to determine how long she’d been trapped there.   The stream of rapists seemed never ending.   She began to recognize their faces as they pumped away on top of her, but she had trouble figuring out exactly how many of them there were.   Just as she thought she’d seen all of them, a new face would appear above her.   And even then, she had trouble determining if it was a new face at all.   Her well-used, cum-oozing loins told her she’d felt the cock before, but she couldn’t recognize the face.   Other times, she could have sworn she knew the face, but the sensations she felt below her waist were completely new.

The chain of rapes went on.   When the drug lost its effect, the men would let her come around just enough to realize what she’d done and how her body had reacted to their touch, before injecting her again.   The stretches of time between her rapes seemed to be inconsistent.   Sometimes it felt like hours before a fresh cock pushed into her.   Other times, it seemed to be a non-stop barrage of violation.   The men came inside her and onto her.   More than a few used her breasts as a masturbatory aid, firing their sticky spunk over her facial features.   She licked the cum away as best she could and after a while, discovered she enjoyed the taste.   Her mind soaked up as much abuse as her body each time she was allowed to become clear headed.   Soon, she looked forward to the injections, craving them as a much needed escape from the prolonged hell her life had become.

Lara couldn’t recall exactly when the men had untied her arms.   She didn’t even realize her hands were free until a moment of clarity struck her as she was stroking a cock in each hand while a third man thrust into her well-used pussy.   The thought of trying to escape flashed in her mind for the scantest of moments before she cried out along with the man atop her as they each came.   Her hands gripped the cocks on either side of her head harder and began pumping faster, eager to feel their hot seed shooting over her face so she might be able to taste them.

With track marks from the injections running up and down each of Lara’s arms and legs, the young woman moaned and writhed on the table top.   She felt the man move off of her, leaving an almost painful void between her legs.   “Please,” she gasped as one of the men in her hand came over her face.   “Please, someone.   I need to be fucked.”   She looked up at the second man she was stroking, her eyes full of desire as her tongue pushed as far out of her mouth as it could to scoop up the warm seed on her chin.   Any sign of the old Lara Croft had been brutally eradicated over the days she’d been locked in the room, shot up with excessive amounts of drugs and cum.   Her mind had broken down, leaving only the urge to fuck and be fucked.

And her captor’s couldn’t have been happier.