tygavin
Magistrate
Hello everyone. I have read stories on this site for years and joined a few months ago. I have been a writer for years but never written any fantasy or erotica. I have been inspired by those here and thought I would give it a go and write out some of my favorite ideas that have floated in my head.
This story is base off Angelina Jolie’s performance as Lara Croft Tomb Raider. It will have several parts as I do tend to be long winded, but I thought I would post the first part, to kind of get it out there before I talk myself out of it.
Ty
Death of the Tomb Raider
Lara Croft had no idea why she was doing this. Since she had turned eighteen, she had beaten death more times than she could count. She had killed, nearly been killed, fought monsters most people believed were myths and made discoveries that were unimaginable.
Now, she was walking calmly to her death.
Lara wasn’t certain why she had taken the job. She certainly didn’t need the money. The University was esteemed and paid well for lecturers, but she could have taught anywhere. At thirty-five she was famous around the world, in her physical and mental prime.
She had also been bored.
Dayton University had a long history. Unlike many religious private universities, Dayton was founded by pagans. From their earliest days three hundred years ago, a celebration happened at the end of the Fall term and the End of the Spring term. A celebration of life and death.
Every student and faculty member under the age of forty signed an agreement on admittance or hiring by the University. It was nonnegotiable and completely legal.
Twenty students or faculty would be randomly drawn in a lottery each semester. It was always ten women and ten men.
The sacrifices would be hung on a cross until death, while their fellow students and colleagues celebrated around them.
The celebrations were full of drunken merriment, sex and music. The celebration would go on until the last victim died on his or her cross.
The victims of the cross would hang in pain, and shame, completely nude and at the mercy of the jibes and occasional caresses of those around them.
To make their shame worse, the would be given drugs constantly that kept them turned on, able to have orgasms through the pain, the females, rubbing against any friendly student who wished to please them, or grinding against a sedile, while the males maintained huge erections no matter how often they came.
The males usually ground themselves on cornus, seeking pleasure in the pain. These devices were not traditional wooden torture devices but latex dildos that gave them pleasure, humping themselves to the amusement of the crowd.
Lara had received her summons a week ago. She was to report this morning to the school gym and makeshift prison, where she along with nineteen others would receive cleansings, body hair removal if needed and be prepared for execution the next morning.
Preparation was a poorly kept secret. The women and men were raped by the volunteers who guarded the victims, the execution teams who would carry out the nailing and any faculty who wished to take part.
Lara had been a member of the faculty for the past three years. She had seen and taken part in every festival, watched the victims moan in agony and ecstasy. She had even relieved a few male students of their massive erections if only for a moment. She had a few friends on the faculty she partook in public sex with and always caught the attention of everyone around. Why wouldn’t she?
Now it would be her turn.
Lara didn’t have to do this. Of course, she became legal property of the University when her name was drawn. She was at that time, a prisoner. She no longer had human rights.
She was also the Tomb Raider. She could fight her way off campus, kill anyone who got in her way. She could travel the world, disappear if she wished to places she would never be found. It would be quite the adventure.
Yet she wasn’t. Instead, she was walking to her doom. She was walking to a makeshift prison to be stripped, cleansed, given aphrodisiacs, and taken by whoever wished. It would be the ultimate submission from a woman who had never submitted in her life.
Was that the allure? She had put herself in danger so many times, yet no one could best her. She was stronger, faster, braver than any of her nemesis. Now she was facing the one nemesis she could not beat. Once she was nailed to the cross, she was not coming down alive.
She knew how she would look from previous festivals. Her feet would be nailed apart, her legs forced open and her bald pussy on display to students who had wanted to fuck her since they laid eyes on her as well as colleagues who wanted to fuck her for years, even before she arrived here.
The muscles in her legs would ripple. The sedile would be between her legs, high up splitting her lips when she sat on it. She would rise on her tortured feet just to breath, wiggle constantly, trying to find a position where she wasn’t driven crazy by agony or ecstasy.
People would record her dance of death. It would be all over the internet. Her body would be bathed in sweat, her abs would be rippling, her shoulders flexing, her proud breast heaving.
The physical fitness that had always served her well would work against her now. Her body would survive long after her mind was ready for death.
She reached the glass door and took a deep breath.
“It was a fun ride, Lara.” She muttered to herself.
Despite the calmness on her face, her heart rate picked up and she fought to control her breath.
Opening the door, she turned to her right and approached a blonde, slightly greying woman at a portable table. Lara recognized her as the Dean of Anthropology’s secretary.
“Name? Oh…Professor Croft! I saw your name on the roll.”
“Professor no more, Abby.” Lara reminded her with a small smile. Her body was shivering thought the room was comfortable. She could feel her nipples hardening, something that happened often when she found herself in perilous situations.
“Yes, I suppose so. We will miss you on campus, but I have to say…of course…never mind.”
Lara nearly smirked. What was a polite way to tell someone you will miss them, but you will enjoy watching them die painfully in a humiliating fashion, masturbation fodder for thousands and perhaps ten thousand or more on the internet?
“Where shall I go?” Lara asked politely, since Abby appeared flustered.
Abby reached below the table and brought out a pill and a cup of water.
“Take the pill. It will help you get into the mood. The rest of your required drugs will be given in injections every couple hours.”
“Already?” Lara asked. “I thought they wouldn’t be given till the morning.”
Abby turned red with embarrassment. “You are going to want them for tonight. Things get very intense. Remember not to fight. Anyone who fights gets whipped before the main event and it is painful and unnecessary.”
Lara smiled. “I understand. Thanks for the advice.”
She swallowed the pill and drank the water in one shot, then pointed to a door behind Abby.
“Yes, go through and into room ten. Dr. Parnell will be waiting. I think you will like her. She has warm hands I’ve heard.
Lara chuckled to herself, ignored her racing heart, forced herself to take deep breaths and opened the door.
She found herself in a hallway and moved to the right, finding a well-marked door number ten.
She knocked and was told to come in.
The room was larger than she was prepared for. It had a shower with floor drain and a short bench on front of it as well as an examination chair. Its white walls and floors were a bit blinding, but she supposed she could become used to it. It was the Spring Festival, and the day was sure to be bright tomorrow.
“Lara. I wasn’t sure I would see you.” The red headed doctor said. Her name was Angela Parnell and Lara knew her from faculty dinners, but not well. She was an attractive red head, with short hair and a petite body, almost a foot shorter than Lara’s five foot ten inches.
“I was chosen.” Lara said simply.
The woman nodded. “Yes, you were. And you are here.”
Angela looked her up and down with hunger. It was a look Lara had become used to from both women and men and she had enjoyed her pick of both.
“So, what shall I do?” Lara asked, to snap the woman out of her trance.
“Undress.” The doctor said immediately.
Lara smirked. She had worn her favorite clothes today, a simple black pair of skintight shorts and a blue sleeveless top. She had left the guns and other weapons she had packed in her room, ready to be shipped back to Croft Manor and her uncle.
Her hands shook as she pulled her shirt over her head, but she forced herself to remain calm. She never suffered from modesty, but this was different. She once her clothes were off, she would never wear clothes again.
Lara unclipped her bra, revealing painfully hard nipples. She wasn’t sure if it was the situation or the pill already beginning its work but the submissiveness, she was feeling was causing her body to tingle.
She slipped her black lace panties off and kicked them aside. Dr. Parnell watched them, and Lara suspected the doctor would be collecting them to take home tonight.
Angela walked up to Lara and touched her breast gently, teasing her nipple then ran her hand down her rock-hard abdomen.
She smiled when she reached Lara’s pussy.
“I see we won’t be removing any body hair this morning.”
Lara smiled. “No, I thought I would take care of that myself. I had a few lovers with me last night to enjoy my last night of freedom and they were eager to rise early and help me. I only let Celeste shave me though. Men can be so rough.”
“I have to admit I was looking forward to shaving you.” The doctor told her. “I suppose we can move to the internal cleansing. If you would take your position over the shower floor and drain on all fours, we can begin.”
Lara closed her eyes, having suspected this might be part of the process and hating it.
It was one less humiliation to face on the cross.
Lara took her position and was prepared. Her submission was complete. She was here, no longer her own, the property of an institution, to be used and killed for the entertainment of others.
She would live for days in agony, but her death had already begun.
This story is base off Angelina Jolie’s performance as Lara Croft Tomb Raider. It will have several parts as I do tend to be long winded, but I thought I would post the first part, to kind of get it out there before I talk myself out of it.
Ty
Death of the Tomb Raider
Lara Croft had no idea why she was doing this. Since she had turned eighteen, she had beaten death more times than she could count. She had killed, nearly been killed, fought monsters most people believed were myths and made discoveries that were unimaginable.
Now, she was walking calmly to her death.
Lara wasn’t certain why she had taken the job. She certainly didn’t need the money. The University was esteemed and paid well for lecturers, but she could have taught anywhere. At thirty-five she was famous around the world, in her physical and mental prime.
She had also been bored.
Dayton University had a long history. Unlike many religious private universities, Dayton was founded by pagans. From their earliest days three hundred years ago, a celebration happened at the end of the Fall term and the End of the Spring term. A celebration of life and death.
Every student and faculty member under the age of forty signed an agreement on admittance or hiring by the University. It was nonnegotiable and completely legal.
Twenty students or faculty would be randomly drawn in a lottery each semester. It was always ten women and ten men.
The sacrifices would be hung on a cross until death, while their fellow students and colleagues celebrated around them.
The celebrations were full of drunken merriment, sex and music. The celebration would go on until the last victim died on his or her cross.
The victims of the cross would hang in pain, and shame, completely nude and at the mercy of the jibes and occasional caresses of those around them.
To make their shame worse, the would be given drugs constantly that kept them turned on, able to have orgasms through the pain, the females, rubbing against any friendly student who wished to please them, or grinding against a sedile, while the males maintained huge erections no matter how often they came.
The males usually ground themselves on cornus, seeking pleasure in the pain. These devices were not traditional wooden torture devices but latex dildos that gave them pleasure, humping themselves to the amusement of the crowd.
Lara had received her summons a week ago. She was to report this morning to the school gym and makeshift prison, where she along with nineteen others would receive cleansings, body hair removal if needed and be prepared for execution the next morning.
Preparation was a poorly kept secret. The women and men were raped by the volunteers who guarded the victims, the execution teams who would carry out the nailing and any faculty who wished to take part.
Lara had been a member of the faculty for the past three years. She had seen and taken part in every festival, watched the victims moan in agony and ecstasy. She had even relieved a few male students of their massive erections if only for a moment. She had a few friends on the faculty she partook in public sex with and always caught the attention of everyone around. Why wouldn’t she?
Now it would be her turn.
Lara didn’t have to do this. Of course, she became legal property of the University when her name was drawn. She was at that time, a prisoner. She no longer had human rights.
She was also the Tomb Raider. She could fight her way off campus, kill anyone who got in her way. She could travel the world, disappear if she wished to places she would never be found. It would be quite the adventure.
Yet she wasn’t. Instead, she was walking to her doom. She was walking to a makeshift prison to be stripped, cleansed, given aphrodisiacs, and taken by whoever wished. It would be the ultimate submission from a woman who had never submitted in her life.
Was that the allure? She had put herself in danger so many times, yet no one could best her. She was stronger, faster, braver than any of her nemesis. Now she was facing the one nemesis she could not beat. Once she was nailed to the cross, she was not coming down alive.
She knew how she would look from previous festivals. Her feet would be nailed apart, her legs forced open and her bald pussy on display to students who had wanted to fuck her since they laid eyes on her as well as colleagues who wanted to fuck her for years, even before she arrived here.
The muscles in her legs would ripple. The sedile would be between her legs, high up splitting her lips when she sat on it. She would rise on her tortured feet just to breath, wiggle constantly, trying to find a position where she wasn’t driven crazy by agony or ecstasy.
People would record her dance of death. It would be all over the internet. Her body would be bathed in sweat, her abs would be rippling, her shoulders flexing, her proud breast heaving.
The physical fitness that had always served her well would work against her now. Her body would survive long after her mind was ready for death.
She reached the glass door and took a deep breath.
“It was a fun ride, Lara.” She muttered to herself.
Despite the calmness on her face, her heart rate picked up and she fought to control her breath.
Opening the door, she turned to her right and approached a blonde, slightly greying woman at a portable table. Lara recognized her as the Dean of Anthropology’s secretary.
“Name? Oh…Professor Croft! I saw your name on the roll.”
“Professor no more, Abby.” Lara reminded her with a small smile. Her body was shivering thought the room was comfortable. She could feel her nipples hardening, something that happened often when she found herself in perilous situations.
“Yes, I suppose so. We will miss you on campus, but I have to say…of course…never mind.”
Lara nearly smirked. What was a polite way to tell someone you will miss them, but you will enjoy watching them die painfully in a humiliating fashion, masturbation fodder for thousands and perhaps ten thousand or more on the internet?
“Where shall I go?” Lara asked politely, since Abby appeared flustered.
Abby reached below the table and brought out a pill and a cup of water.
“Take the pill. It will help you get into the mood. The rest of your required drugs will be given in injections every couple hours.”
“Already?” Lara asked. “I thought they wouldn’t be given till the morning.”
Abby turned red with embarrassment. “You are going to want them for tonight. Things get very intense. Remember not to fight. Anyone who fights gets whipped before the main event and it is painful and unnecessary.”
Lara smiled. “I understand. Thanks for the advice.”
She swallowed the pill and drank the water in one shot, then pointed to a door behind Abby.
“Yes, go through and into room ten. Dr. Parnell will be waiting. I think you will like her. She has warm hands I’ve heard.
Lara chuckled to herself, ignored her racing heart, forced herself to take deep breaths and opened the door.
She found herself in a hallway and moved to the right, finding a well-marked door number ten.
She knocked and was told to come in.
The room was larger than she was prepared for. It had a shower with floor drain and a short bench on front of it as well as an examination chair. Its white walls and floors were a bit blinding, but she supposed she could become used to it. It was the Spring Festival, and the day was sure to be bright tomorrow.
“Lara. I wasn’t sure I would see you.” The red headed doctor said. Her name was Angela Parnell and Lara knew her from faculty dinners, but not well. She was an attractive red head, with short hair and a petite body, almost a foot shorter than Lara’s five foot ten inches.
“I was chosen.” Lara said simply.
The woman nodded. “Yes, you were. And you are here.”
Angela looked her up and down with hunger. It was a look Lara had become used to from both women and men and she had enjoyed her pick of both.
“So, what shall I do?” Lara asked, to snap the woman out of her trance.
“Undress.” The doctor said immediately.
Lara smirked. She had worn her favorite clothes today, a simple black pair of skintight shorts and a blue sleeveless top. She had left the guns and other weapons she had packed in her room, ready to be shipped back to Croft Manor and her uncle.
Her hands shook as she pulled her shirt over her head, but she forced herself to remain calm. She never suffered from modesty, but this was different. She once her clothes were off, she would never wear clothes again.
Lara unclipped her bra, revealing painfully hard nipples. She wasn’t sure if it was the situation or the pill already beginning its work but the submissiveness, she was feeling was causing her body to tingle.
She slipped her black lace panties off and kicked them aside. Dr. Parnell watched them, and Lara suspected the doctor would be collecting them to take home tonight.
Angela walked up to Lara and touched her breast gently, teasing her nipple then ran her hand down her rock-hard abdomen.
She smiled when she reached Lara’s pussy.
“I see we won’t be removing any body hair this morning.”
Lara smiled. “No, I thought I would take care of that myself. I had a few lovers with me last night to enjoy my last night of freedom and they were eager to rise early and help me. I only let Celeste shave me though. Men can be so rough.”
“I have to admit I was looking forward to shaving you.” The doctor told her. “I suppose we can move to the internal cleansing. If you would take your position over the shower floor and drain on all fours, we can begin.”
Lara closed her eyes, having suspected this might be part of the process and hating it.
It was one less humiliation to face on the cross.
Lara took her position and was prepared. Her submission was complete. She was here, no longer her own, the property of an institution, to be used and killed for the entertainment of others.
She would live for days in agony, but her death had already begun.