Unconditional Surrender

[tygavin]

Due to needing to reformat my latest story and rethink the way it will be presented in a forum format, I've decided to go ahead with this one, since it is shorter, simpler and more action with less emotion involved. It's based on the 2013-2020 Tomb Raider video game series reboot, Lara but you don't need to know much about the series to get the gist of it. I hope you enjoy.

And yes I love to torture Lara Croft

 

[tygavin]

It had been one year since I returned to the Manor. One year since I destroyed Trinity in Peru, once and for all. In that time, I had overseen the reconstruction of the Manor to its former glory, and nothing else.

I continued to work out, keep myself in shape but I stopped the heavy weight training and focused more on climbing the various artificial rock walls around the estate and martial arts. I kept my firearm and proficiency with my bow, but rarely left the Manor grounds.

A part of me was very tired and another was very bored. The few times I left the grounds and traveled into London, led me to a few one-night stands at my old apartment I had kept. They were not satisfying, physical release but nothing more. I rarely could bring myself to orgasm with another, always requiring my own skills to do so in the act.

Not the life I had pictured for myself when I was twenty-seven years old. After everything I had experienced, all that I had fought and killed, people and myths turned alive, all the people I met, who died for me or because of me, my spirit was broken in a manner of speaking.

I had considered going on new expeditions, but nothing caught my eye. Considering I nearly ushered in the Apocalypse on my last adventure, I was very careful on what to choose. My whole life since I left Yamatia, then found out Trinity killed my father had been about destroying them. I had accomplished that. After so many years of seeking revenge, I wasn’t sure what to do with myself.

Life was simple now. Was this what I had to look forward to? Nothingness.

Of course, fate had seemed to always guide my life as if I had no choice in the matter. As I pondered on what to do with my life, it was decided for me when my phone rang. I had been at my desk searching for new projects then watching funny videos on YouTube.

“Lara, speaking.”

“Hello, Lara. This is Rourke.”

A chill immediately shot through me. It was impossible.

“That’s not possible. Rourke is dead.”

“Is he now?”

“I saw him die. I killed him.” I stressed. This man didn’t sound like Rourke. His voice was slightly different. This was a prank.

“No, you saw him overran by a demon army you led. You were never able to do it yourself. I suppose the two of you never had a real conversation when you weren’t trying to kill each other. I’m his brother.”

I paused for a moment, trying to decide if he was lying. What reason would he have? Admittedly I never did any research on Rourke. I knew he was former special forces, Dominguez’s right hand and led field ops. It was all I needed to know to make him a priority target. Had I looked, I had no doubt his identity and background would have been erased by Trinity.

I took a breath and steadied myself. If he wanted a fight, I would give it to him.

“What is it you want?”

“Its not me. Trinity wants you out of the way, permanently.”

“Trinity is gone. I destroyed them.” I reminded him.

He laughed, a chuckle one would given when a child said something cute.

“Trinity is over two thousand years old. You really thought you killed us? I admit we were set back. A new inner council had to be chosen, new soldiers recruited, but Trinity always has been and always will be. We are prepared to cleanse the world of sin once again. There is only one small problem. You.”

This time it was I who laughed. “I will always be your problem. Wherever you go, I will be there. How many of your men have I killed in addition to your brother?”

“Six hundred and fifty-seven.” Rourke told me.

I paused and felt sick. I had never counted the bodies I left behind. I never wanted to. I learned to kill on Yamatia to survive. I perfected the art of killing to take revenge on my enemies, the ones behind my beloved father’s death.

“In addition, Conrad Roth, Alex Weiss, Unuratu, the people of Cozumel who died in the Tsunami, the crew members of the Endurance… I can go on. Your responsible for more deaths yourself than Trinity has caused in the last hundred years.”

I would not vomit, despite knowing everything he said was correct and my stomach wanting to purge itself.

“You called to warn me away?”

“No, I called to tell you your life is over. Open your email.”

With a shaky hand I did so and saw an email from an unknown sender. I opened it up and saw a link. Clicking on the link, my monitor was filled with four separate screens, each one showing a person I knew and loved in a small room, tied up with a Trinity operative holding a gun.

“Jonah is being held in a cell in Peru. Him and Abby are expecting a child. That man followed you to the ends of the Earth. You never gave him a chance. Be a shame if his kid grew up without a father like you did. He isn’t a very handsome fellow so I can’t blame you for not fucking him. I know you recognize Reyes’s daughter. She is being held at a Trinity safe house in New Orleans. Sophia has been picked up from the Remnant village and is being held in Moscow. You were responsible for her father’s death when you destroyed the Divine Source, right?”

The last screen shook me. I had not seen her in so long. We used to be each other’s world.

“Yep, we found Samantha. She was in hiding, but her parents didn’t hide her well enough. We have her in a cell in Paris. Everyone of these people is a trigger pull away from death, unless you do exactly what I tell you.”

I closed my eyes and winced. He had me. They had taken the few people I loved in the world to separate spots, kept in dark cells with guns pointed at their heads. If I didn’t follow his orders, they were dead. I could not rescue any of them. They were too far away and the minute I booked a flight towards one of them, they would all be shot.

“What is it you want from me?” I asked, seeing no other way out of this.

“A car will pick you up in two hours and take you to Heathrow. You will be escorted to a private jet and be taken to Tokyo where you will be escorted to a boat and be taken back to where it all began.”

This time, I didn’t hold back. I leaned over and barely made it over the bin before I vomited. Anywhere but there. I had been back once and nearly died again. Anywhere but Yamatai. It was where it all started, where I killed the man who wanted to rape me, my first kill that set me on a path of blood. The place I nearly died too many times to count.

“No.” I whispered. “I’m not going back there.”

“Then should I tell my associates around the world to kill your friends and we can start our war again? Okay. Goodbye…”

“No!” I shouted.

This was it. I had no choice. I had been lamenting my life and the cold reality was seeping in. I had no life. They would kill me. Had they wanted it to be quick, they could have sent a hit man, taken me out with a sniper while I walked the Manor grounds. Whatever they planned to do to me, would not be merciful.

“How do I know you will let them go if I surrender to you?”

“I suppose you will have to take my word. Not one of them poses a threat to Trinity without you. You are the target; they are the weapon. Yes, or no?”

“What do you plan to do with me?” I asked hesitantly.

“Whatever we want. If you kill yourself your friends die. Take your last shower, eat your last meal, brush your teeth for the last time. The car will be there in two hours. Pack a bag with a few outfits and take your passport.”

The call ended and I did as I was told. My mind went through hundreds of scenarios and there was nothing I could do.

The drive was uneventful. A simple black Sedan driven by an unassuming man in a suit. I was alone in the private jet, only the pilot and copilot in the front. I drank champagne to take my mind off what was coming.

The boat was much smaller than the Endurance. The captain was a solemn Japanese man, who ignored me for the most part. At least until we were halfway there. He took my bag and dumped my clothes into the water, then the bag behind it. My eyes widened and I asked him what he was doing.

“This boat will be scuttled, and you will be declared dead. Congratulations. Your life is over.” He told me and walked to the helm while I stayed aft in the open, watching the sky. I fell asleep in a chair on the deck and woke to the sounds of birds chirping and the bright sun overhead.

Rubbing my eyes, I saw a sight I never wanted to see again. Yamatai. Though the deadly waves and storms were gone, the graveyard of ships remained, reminding all who traveled near, it was a place of death. It had tried to kill me many times and I had a feeling now it would succeed.

We sailed around the island and anchored. A took a small raft and was told to sail to the beach. On the beach I could see at least twenty Trinity soldiers dressed in grey camo and one man dressed in completely black BDUs.

When I stepped out of the boat, the men advanced on me, guns at the ready, taking no chances. Even if I had been armed, I would have been gunned down before I could take a shot.

The man who must have been Rourke stepped towards me, the anxiety on his face clear.

“Undress.” He ordered.

“Excuse me? I am unarmed.”

“You are also a prolific killer, and no one is taking chances with you. Undress, now. Any hesitancy again and you choose which of your friends gets it.”

With shaking hands, I began to undress. My clothes were rugged and minimal. I wore my simple blue tank top with a white bikini top underneath. My pants were cargo pants I wore for climbing often. My boots were combat boots.

This was a humiliation I had not expected. It got worse.

When I was naked, shivering in the cold, one man walked behind me and secured my hands tightly behind my back while another pressed a rifle barrel to my head.

“What now?” I asked Rourke.

Instead of answering me, he told the man who had secured my hands to bend me over.

I said nothing, only grunting loudly, tears filling my eyes when he shoved fingers deep into my pussy then anus.

“She is clean. No weapons.”

“Time to go to your new home, Croft.” Rourke told me.

The man who had inspected me held my shoulders and I could only close my eyes when Rourke raised the butt of his gun and swung towards my head.

 

[tygavin]

I woke up in a greater amount of pain than I had in a very long time. My head ached from where the gun struck me, and I felt blood in my hair no doubt from a gash. My legs had collapsed underneath me, and I was held up by my arms, over my head. I looked up and saw ropes were dug into my wrists and attached to a ceiling beam in this dank room, lit only by torchlight. It smelled like rotting meat, the wall of rock and wood were soaked in moisture, and it was raining somewhere outside. The two doors had bars on the small windows.

I shuffled to get my feet under me so I could have some control. Once I had, the stress lessened on my shoulders, and I no longer felt I was being ripped in two.

Only two people were in the room with me. One was a red headed man in grey camo, distinctive to Trinity. He had a small camera in his hand.

It occurred to me that I was naked. I had waxed bare a few days ago, with the idea that I may go out and find companionship. Instead, I stayed in. I wish I hadn’t waxed because despite my predicament, the hairless nature of my pussy made me feel even more exposed.

I ignored him for the moment and focused on the one in charge. Rourke looked like his brother, same shade of hair and same five o clock shadow. His eyes were a bit different shade, but it was dim in this room so I couldn’t be sure.

I caught his eye and he approached me, grabbing my chin and forcing my head back. I felt water go down my throat and began gagging. I tried to close my mouth, but he made it difficult. I’m not sure how much was poured down my throat but thankfully it tasted like water, not that I would have been opposed to alcohol right then.

“Thought you might like a drink since you just woke up.” Rourke said.

I shook my head. “The demons weren’t supposed to get to your brother first. He called me to the oil refinery. I told him I was coming. He had an army waiting for me, even an attack helicopter. I stabbed a man, took his rifle and killed everyone. Your brother saw I was coming for him and ran. He left Winters in charge, and I killed him too. It should have been me that killed him. He was a coward. He lived as a coward and died as a coward.”

Rourke walked to a table behind me. I wasn’t in the mood to try to twist and look. I heard items being shuffled.

He brought an iPad and held it in front of me. Jonah was on the screen.

“Jimmy, call Peru and tell them to break his nose.”

The red head Jimmy made a call. After he was done, a man walked into Jonah’s cell and punched him in the face, shattering his nose.

“Bastard!” I shouted, only to be rewarded with a slap that sent my head spinning.

“That’s what you get for trying to get a rise out of me. Every time you do something to piss any of us off, we hurt one of your friends. The Japanese girl is next. If you really piss us off, one of them dies. Nod if you understand.”

I gritted my teeth but nodded. I was naked, bound in a vulnerable position, unable to move, and my head was spinning. I had no choice.

“You have questions, I’m sure. This would be the time to ask. Be respectful when you speak. Disrespect means your friends are bodily harmed.”

“I’m here. I’ve surrendered, done what you asked. When will you let them go?”

“Trinity’s new council wants you punished and have given me liberty to determine how, using any means I determine provided you die. They want a record for the archives of everything done to you. Many of the members of the new council had friends on the old council. Once you are dead, your friends are free.”

“Then punish me, kill me, just let them go.”

Rourke shook his head, like I was afraid he would. “No, it won’t be that easy. I’m going to break you, Lara. You are going to be tortured all day and fucked all night. Once I have you begging, then I will begin to kill you.”

“Begging?” If he wanted me to beg for death to save my friends, I would do so.

“Begging to kill you and begging to fuck you.”

I couldn’t have heard that right. Begging to fuck me. As if that would ever happen.

“You don’t believe me. That’s fine, you don’t have to right now. For the rest of your life, you will be occupied with two activities, torture or fucking. You can decide which one you like best.”

“Torture.” I answered immediately.

He chuckled. “You say that now. I have over a hundred soldiers running drills on this island. All of them want a piece of you, and I promised you as a reward for achievements.”

“Again, I will take the torture before I beg Trinity scum to rape me.”

Rourke walked closer to me, so close I could smell his aftershave. He ran a finger down my body and stopped on my left abdominal.

“That wound, where did it come from? It goes through and through.”

“It was my first wound this island gave me.”

“You cauterized it yourself?”

I nodded. It was a memory I will never forget. That had been the single most painful thing I had ever done to myself. I would have died if I hadn’t, but it didn’t lessen the pain of the burn. I passed out after I pressed the arrowhead to it.

“You have such an amazing body. You have treated your skin horribly. The skin on your shoulders is rough from falls, scars all over your torso and arms, there are two bullet holes in your legs and one…is that a burn around a wound from a flaming arrow?”

“Yes.” I admitted. I had gotten careless and let my guard down in the tombs of the Cenote and paid for it.

He cupped my ass cheek and squeezed. “All that pain. You think you will be used to it by now. but you never really get used to it. I understand you had a specialty for mixing natural herbs and plants into toxins and treatments. Did you know I have the same skill? We have something in common.”

I looked at him suspiciously, wondering where this was going.

He groped my breasts then cupped my mound and I held back a gasp. It had been a very long time since anyone had touched me like this. I preferred to fuck and run, not be inspected and bring attention to my scars.

“That water I just gave you, the water you will willingly drink is my own special concoction. It’s going to make you feel more alive than ever before. Your senses will be in overload. Fucking is going to feel better than you ever imagined and pain…oh pain is going to be greater than you ever felt. Like I said, you will be begging to be fucked. First, we need to take care of some business. It’s important to me that you understand this is it. Your life is over. Jimmy, bring Joey in.”

I stayed still; sure my torture was going to start. I didn’t want to think about what I had just drank. I felt nothing different yet. Perhaps I was more aware of the moist air on my body and the sweat soaking it. The torch light and wetness made for a great deal of humidity.

Joey walked in and I gasped and began shaking my head, despite wanting to stay strong.

“Please no.” I said quietly.

“Wow, the lady can be polite.” Rourke said.

Joey approached me with the branding iron, the red-hot Trinity symbol burning bright. He handed it to Rourke who walked behind me. I could feel the heat from the brand. My body was shivering, my nerves were wrecked in anticipation. Memories of cauterizing my abdomen raced back. The idea of having that cursed symbol forever seared on my body, dying with it, enraged me.

“Lara, you might want to hold onto the ropes holding you up and brace yourself. This is going to hurt.” Rourke whispered.

I jumped every time he touched me, and it seemed he touched me everywhere. I wish he would just do it rather than playing with me.

Then I heard the sizzling and was confused for just a moment.

When my mind caught up to what my body knew, I screamed so loudly even Jimmy and Joey jumped back. It wasn’t temporary. I could smell and hear my skin continue to sizzle. He had branded my left ass cheek.

I understood what he meant. Not even cauterizing my own wound hurt this bad. My senses, my pain receptors were more alive than ever. My body felt more.

Fucking would defintely be better than this.

“Did you get that on film, Jimmy? Don’t miss a thing.”

“Yes sir.”

Rourke wiped a tear from my cheek.

“Don’t cry, Lara. We have so much more to do. Are you ready to be fucked yet, or should I burn you more?”

“Fucked.” I whispered.

“What was that?”

“Fucked!” I yelled.

He patted me on the cheek. “Say please.”

“Please fuck me!”

“So easy. Not quite yet, Lara.”

Once again Rourke walked behind me, and I wondered if he would burn me again. I heard items on whatever table he had, shuffling.

Then he was in front of me with a whip. It was a large cat o nine. I couldn’t see any studs, but it was heavy and would defintely do damage.

It would be doing that damage to me. I dropped my head.

“Now you get it. Torture during the day, fucking at night. You will beg for death fucking. You might want to take a few deep breaths. This is going to go a while.”

The pain was unimaginable. I was saved from screaming due to my breath being knocked out of me with every lash. I’m not sure how many times I was hit. I only know each was horrible and my skin felt like it wanted to jump off my back.

I also couldn’t tell if the liquid that dripped between my ass cheeks was sweat or blood.

My legs finally gave out and I hung from my arms.

Rourke must have cut the rope because I hit the ground hard. I stayed on my belly to avoided agitating my back.

“Shall I take her to the shower?” One of the men asked and I prayed I wouldn’t. I didn’t want anything touching my back.

“No, not tonight. Tonight, she is mine and mine alone.” Rourke said. “The rest of you can have her tomorrow night. Leave the camera on a tri pod. I might even do her a favor. This girl has some serious daddy issues.”

He grabbed my hair and pulled may face up from the ground.

“What about it, Croft? Should I make you call me Daddy?”

 

[Blue]

Branded by your enemy.... the ultimate humiliation, in my opinion!
Looking forward to the next installment.

 

[tygavin]

Branded by your enemy.... the ultimate humiliation, in my opinion!
Looking forward to the next installment.

I’ve always thought so. Branding a slave is so final. To me it’s the ultimate sign of ownership.

 

[tygavin]

I should have been grateful, but I wasn’t. After branding me like cattle, Rourke left along with his two cohorts. There were no cameras on me, no one leering at me. The brand still stung, and I laid on my stomach on the cold floor. I reached around and touched my back, to find it was drenched in sweat from my beating but not blood.

I’m not sure how long he had left me alone, but a numbness had begun to settle over my brand when he walked back in. He was alone, no cameramen with him.

“A little secret between me and you, Lara. I hated my brother too. He was a coward. I can’t blame him though. When I was recruited by Trinity to take his place…I was both intrigued by the idea of taking you down and terrified. You are a natural born killer girl, more effective than most special forces soldiers I have known. If me and my men had to face you on this island, your old backyard, I wouldn’t like our chances.”

I said nothing, suspecting he just liked to hear himself talk and a bit disappointed that he would not underestimate me. At least he wouldn’t if I had a chance to save my friends and myself.

“I almost turned it down. I bet my life that you would value your friends’ life over your own. That was a hell of a gamble to make considering you are such a loner but the draw to own you was too great.

He took his belt off and the gun that had been holstered against his back. My eyes widened and he noticed.

“Yeah, I’m leaving it right here on this desk. I told my men not to let you use me as a hostage. If you do anything…well, let’s say there is a man with a Trinity branding iron right outside of Samantha’s room.”

The bastard knew he had me. Trinity had finally found the perfect trap for me. I could do nothing. They had years to plan this. I doubt they left any stone unturned.

“One of the new inner circle members, she had a husband that died in Patiti. She wants video of every rape you suffer. I wouldn’t expect a nice, well-bred woman like that to even know what bukkake meant. Of course, I’m not sure if she loved him or had a fasciation with you. I believe she demanded seeing you cum drunk and a cock whore. Her words.”

Charming. He continued undressing, and I was surprised by his upper body. He was chiseled and had we had no connection and met in a bar, I might have spent a few hours with him.

Then he took off his pants. His cock was only semi hard but larger than I wished.

“You don’t have much experience with sex, do you? You can answer.”

“I have enough.” I told him. “Enough to know I don’t want you.”

He nodded. “So that’s why you are staring at my dick like it’s the second coming. You do have daddy issues, don’t you?”

Despite the fire on my back, thighs and the burn on my ass, I blushed. I had been staring. It must have something to do with that potion he made me drink.

Rourke waved his hands around. “No camera, no one watching. Take advantage of it, Lara. Its just me and you tonight. You know you have to be good. You know you have to give in. Don’t make yourself suffer. Enjoy it.”

He walked behind me, and I turned on my side to watch him. I saw him open a drawer and pull out a bottle of whiskey and two glasses. He appeared to be doing something to one glass, but I couldn’t see what. He walked over and offered me the glass. Not believing I had a choice, I sat up on my side as much as possible and took it.

“I added a little happy juice so you can enjoy yourself more. I’m not a sadist. Okay, I am but I hate fucking dry women.”

I turned up the glass, knowing it was pointless to delay the inevitable. The whiskey hit me hard, considering I hadn’t eaten in over twenty-four hours. I had gone much longer without food.

“Did you never think it was going to catch up with you? Did you ever lose sleep over the people you killed?”

I shook my head, deciding there was no point in lying. “I only lose sleep on the ones I loved who died.”

Rourke found that humorous and finished his drink then began rubbing my thigh. I ignored the tingles, but admitted it felt good after a day of so much pain. I couldn’t remember the last time a man had touched me. Rourke was right, I didn’t have much experience with sex and the few events I had were short lived and ended with me pleasuring myself before kicking my partner out.

“It’s caught up with you now. You shouldn’t be too sad. I’m really going to let your friend live if you behave. When I first told you who I was, you sounded so excited. You had been looking for a fight. Life has been dull. Life is over for you now, but I promise it won’t be dull. You have gotten more time than the hundreds, perhaps over a thousand you have killed.

“Now get on your knees.”

I complied and took a deep breath when he presented his cock on front of my face. It was fully erect and as large as I thought it would be. I had never been good at this. I never really tried. Now, my friends’ safety relied on my skill at sex, oral and I’m sure every other type before my life ended.

I opened my mouth slowly and moved my head towards him with my tongue out. His cock head was swollen, and I gently licked him. I was shaking, shamed and yet, intrigued.

“Play with yourself.”

I sighed and dropped one hand to my pussy while wrapping the other around his shaft. I continued the gentle licking while stroking him.

He must have gotten irritated because he grabbed the back of my skull and shoved his cock in my mouth, into my throat. I panicked, never having anything like this done. I kept my mouth opened, tried to form a seal and let my tongue lay back but it was too much. I wasn’t sucking his dick, he was fucking my skull.

I had difficulty breathing but no way to tell him. I forced myself to breathe through my nose then thought maybe he would accidentally kill me. Of all I had survived, asphyxia by cock would not be the cause of death anyone would have predicted.

“Keep playing with yourself. I want you wet, girl.”

I was crying, the tears streaming down my cheeks, my ass was sitting on my thighs and burned anew. I was gagging, scared…was this what being raped by over a hundred men would feel like?

Then to my horror, I realized I was getting wet. My finger was moving faster and faster and I felt an orgasm building up.

Then my head was pulled off his cock and I could breathe again.

“Stop. You aren’t cumming until I say so.”

I moaned, frustrated. I was wet, that damn potion of his did this to me. I didn’t have a choice.

He lifted my chin and got on his knees, eye level with me.

“Kiss me. Make me believe it.”

I did. He had just shoved his cock down my throat. What did I have to lose?

Surprisingly, his lips were soft. His tongue wanted entrance and I let him. I told myself I could do this, that I would think of someone I wanted to be with.

While I was kissing him, his arms wrapped around me, my burning back not even distracting me, I realized there was no one I could think of. How sad. The one time I needed a lover in mind, someone who I loved and loved me in return, and I could think of no one.

Instead, I focused on him. This man who had burned me and whipped me, was perhaps the best kisser I had ever met. His arms were strong and while I held onto my strength, in his arms I felt yielding.

“How do you like to be fucked?” he asked, when he pulled back. “On top, on all fours from behind or underneath?”

“All…all fours.”

“Why?”

I could have said anything, from personal kinks to just preferring the way it felt.

“That way I don’t have to look at him.”

Rourke nodded, like he understood.

“You are going to look at me. You are going to know who owns you.”

He flipped me on my back, and I screamed. My back was still burning and my ass that had beginning to feel scabbed, burnt anew.

He spread my legs and to my shock, went down on me. I arched and bucked, while he held me easily by my waist. The pleasure I felt took my focus away from the pain.

“You are soaking wet, little girl.” He told me as if I didn’t know.

I laid my head back, unable to move. It didn’t matter that I wasn’t an expert in sex. He was apparently good enough for both of us.

He thrust in me hard and pressed both hands on my tits, while leaning up on me and pinning me to the floor.

What occurred wasn’t graceful. He fucked my pussy like he fucked my mouth. It was brutal and I apparently loved it. One of his hands left my breast and pressed against my clit.

“Now you can cum.” He hollered and pinched my clit. I shrieked and gushed. It was moments later that he came inside me. Normally this would have terrified me, but I would be dead long before I had to worry about pregnancy. Despite this time, I could tell by his mannerisms and how he fucked me, he would enjoy killing me.

I barely had enough energy to roll back onto my stomach. My knees hurt from the concrete floor, my ass was on fire, and I wanted to cry, in ecstasy and agony.

“I got a couple admissions to make. This first is I lied. There was nothing in your drink. That was all you baby. No help needed.”

I closed my eyes and buried my face in my arms.

“The second is I lied about no cameras. There is a small one in all four corners. I just sent that video to all four of your friends. I bet they saw you gush. What do you think?”

I looked up at him praying he was lying, but it was obvious, he wasn’t. I just kissed, came, begged to be fucked by the man keeping me and my friends, prisoner.

I began crying, not knowing what else to do and feeling utterly defeated. Trinity won. They beat me finally.

He pulled my arms behind my back and tied them with rope, then he tied my feet.

“I know you aren’t going anywhere but this is to help you.”

“Help me?”

“The ropes, the bondage, it can help you think you are a victim, and you didn’t enjoy the best fucking of your life. Tomorrow morning, the pain starts so rest up. How do you feel about electricity?”

I said nothing, keeping my face, down on the concrete.

“I give it a week before you completely break. After that, I have a nice place picked out for you. We are going to nail your tight ass to a cross and watch you die.”

I waited for him to leave, not wanting him to have the satisfaction. Once Rourke closed the door, I screamed.

 

[Blue]

“I give it a week before you completely break. After that, I have a nice place picked out for you. We are going to nail your tight ass to a cross and watch you die.”

I think I’m already broken... great entry!

 

[tygavin]

Thanks! That was a lot of fun to write.

 

[Loinclothslave]

Thanks! That was a lot of fun to write.

It was definitely a lot of fun to read!

 

[tygavin]

I’m not sure how long I slept. There were no windows, so I had no idea what time Rourke had been done with me. I assumed it was not long ago as I could still feel his cum inside me and leaking out onto my thighs.

When I finally did come to, I woke to a nightmare. I was spread eagle on my back, four men holding each of my limbs.

Rourke was above me. Why did he have me in this position? He already had me. I wouldn’t fight him. What was the point?

Then he walked off and came back and I wanted to scream. He had the cursed brand in his hand again.

“I showed the video of your day to the Inner Council. They weren’t happy with the placement of your brand. They want it somewhere you can see it. So being the merciful lover I am darling, I am giving you a choice. On your breast, or over your cute little belly button?”

What choice was that? I had just woken; I was being held down and within seconds of beginning this day I was going to be burned again.

“Five seconds, Lara.”

I forced myself to focus. My breast, it was so tender. They had always been the tenderest part of my body.

“Belly button.” I said quietly, almost a whimper.

“Hold her steady boys.”

When the brand touched me, it was worse than my ass, because the pain made my pelvis flare, pushing the brand deeper into my skin. I tried not to yell, gritted my teeth but eventually it was drawn out.

Rourke grabbed my hair and pulled, and I scrambled to get up to my feet.

“Escort her to the shower. I want her clean before we start the day’s activities.”

Two men grabbed my arms and began pulling me along. I bent over as much as possible, wanting to grasp my fresh wound yet knowing it would be worse to touch it.

When we walked the halls, I finally knew where I was. It was the old bunker I had fought my way through to reach the radio tower.

I was led into a bare room and placed in the middle. Rourke ordered me to raise my arms and lock my hands behind my head and spread my legs. I did as told and the burn of my still red Trinity brand tore fresh tears from me as my skin stretched.

Then a bucket of cold water was dumped on me, followed by another. I covered myself with my arms in shock, only to feel a whip of some sort strike my back and a voice reminding me to maintain position or else.

Body trembling., I regained my position, shivering. One benefit was my brand felt a bit better. Perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad. That thought didn’t last long as men approached me with long broom hands and course brushes with soapy buckets.

“Not on her brands and leave her pussy alone. She can carry my cum.” Rourke said.

The scrubbing was horrible. Every inch of my skin, save for the ones Rourke ordered left alone was rubbed raw. Whatever soap was used was horrible, the bristles of the brushes hard and sharp.

“On all fours, Lara.” Rourke commanded me, because that was a command. Everything I was told was a command. I wondered if my friends were seeing this video now. Did they understand I was doing this for them? Would they care after seeing me fucking Rourke last night and putting up no resistance?

I knelt on the wet ground on my hands and knees. A hand in my lower back, pushed me down, causing my back to dip, my ass to rise as well as my head. Someone grabbed my hair and began braiding it into a poorly made ponytail.

Rourke was in front of me. He had a hook of some sort in his hand with a ball the size of a golf on the end.

“Lick it. Get it wet. It’s the only lube you are getting. Open wide.”

I had no idea what he was talking about. Perhaps he meant to hang me by this hook but why was the end a ball?

I did as I was told, as always, making sure whatever spit I could muster coated it.

“You have no idea what this is, do you?” Rourke asked. I shook my head and that elicited laughter from behind.

“Best to just pull the Band-Aid off.” He said then walked behind me.

I stiffened when I felt his finger touching my anus. No one had ever gone there. No one. It was one thing I would never consider.

Then the cold, wet ball was pressed against me, and I screamed when my ass was forced open as he shoved the ball in. Another man stuffed a rubber ball in my mouth while it was open. I think the ball in my mouth had a strap, but I was too focused on the violation in my ass. My mind had managed to avoid thinking of the hundreds of men who would be fucking me, taking my ass.

The long end of the hook was against the small of my back. I tried to force the ball out, but it was too tightly wedged. A rope of some sort was tied into my ponytail and my head forced back, farther. The rope must have been attached to the end of the hook for when I tried to dip my head to look between my legs, the hook dug deeper into me forcing my head back up.

“I think she gets it now.” Rourke said. “She will be grateful for this later.”

A cup was placed in front of me with a straw. I drank it greedily. It was water but it also had something extra, and I suspect it was the potion that would make me feel everything more…just more. The torture for the day had already begun and it would only get worse.

“Fifty strokes on her thighs.” Rourke ordered.

I expected the long heavy many tailed whips that would beat and burn me. I wasn’t ready for the slash, cutting feeling that happened.

“Yeah, canes have their own special kind of pain, don’t they?” Rourke asked.

I screamed but my ball gag prevented others from being bothered. My voice sounded like low desperate moans of a creature slowly dying. Every time I jerked the ball dug deeper into my ass. I derived no pleasure from it. It filled me, reminded me that I was owned, that I didn’t have agency over the most intimate parts of my body. Nothing was out of bounds.

My arms gave way, and I lowered my face to the floor, raising my ass. The cane strikes were landing at rapid speed, now one giant cutting pain instead of separate.

“Be glad you are dying soon.” Rourke told me, bending down. “Those scars aren’t going away any more than your brands.”

It must have ended, because the rope from my hair was either untied or cut and I resisted the urge to collapse completely to the ground. I was afraid to move with that damn hook in my ass. I still couldn’t press it out. It was painful and I couldn’t become used to it. Unlike my throat and Rourke’s cock, my body refused to work with it. As the burning in my legs gave way and I focused on my ass more, I was able to make myself relax a bit.

Until I was jerked up by two men by my arms. The ball stretched my ass, and my hands were wrenched behind my back and tied with rope, then attached to the hook.

The gag was loosened and taken out of my mouth.

“Give it time.” He told me. ‘By the time I am ready to crucify you, you will be begging for your ass to be fucked. Would you rather be burned again or fucked in the ass right now?”

“Fucked.” I answered immediately.

He chuckled when we both realized what I said with no hesitation. “Yesterday you said you would take torture over begging to fuck Trinity scum. Turning you into a slut is easy. Daddy issues and insecurity, minimal sexual experience, a tremendous body… fucking you is a dream come true, Lara. I truly wish I could keep you longer.”

The two men took my arms and I struggled to keep up, standing as straight as possible and moving stiffly, aware of the obstruction in my ass and trying to walk gingerly. I had no idea what was next, no idea how long this damn ball would stay in me. I had no control. I was also being filmed. My second brand was burning, my skin stretching with every step.

We entered a room, with a strange looking device. It appeared to be a wooden triangular bench of some sort, high above the ground. To my horror there was a noose above it.

I was lifted and placed on the bench. The top was oiled and parted my lips placing my pussy directly on it. The hook shoved even farther in my ass as I sat on it and my feet hung on the sides with no purchase, placing the pressure directly on my pelvis.

Ropes were attached to my ankles, steadying my feet then what I feared would happen did. Rourke lowered the noose over my head.

“What are you doing?” I asked and hated the tremor in my voice. I couldn’t help it. I was fucking terrified.

“I don’t remember giving my whore permission to talk. I’ll be nice this once. This noose and the ropes holding your ankles are going to help you maintain your balance on this horse. Now shut up. The noose won’t kill you, but it will restrain your head.”

If it wouldn’t kill me, it certainly felt like it would. The rough fiber choked me, the knot at the back of my neck and the rope right under my chin, keeping my head up.

Then I was pushed back and forth.

No. Please no. My eyes widened as my pussy was rubbed back and forth on this infernal device. I wanted to beg them to stop. It was too much; the pain had been horrible but now pleasure was battling with it.

It wasn’t long before I screamed in pleasure as an orgasm rocked me. The rubbing of my clit, my lack of air, the hook in my ass and my hands jerking and shuffling it more and more.

Once I was done, I tried to collapse, only to be reminded a nose was holding me up, a noose that dug deeper into my throat.

Rourke pulled my head up by my hair and forced me to look into a camera in front of me.

“Thank Trinity for letting you cum, Croft.”

I couldn’t.

He slapped me.

“Do as you are told, or others suffer.”

I opened my mouth to do as he said, but the noose was too tight. He noticed and loosened it.

“Thank you, Trinity, for letting me cum.” I rasped.

Rourke bent down. “Give daddy a kiss.”

I did it without hesitation. It was too easy. Why did I give into him so easily?

Like the night before, his lips were soft, and I found myself wondering if he would fuck me tonight. I was soon answered.

“Take her back to her cell, keep her hands bound and use a taser for couple hours. Take the ball out of her ass and let the guys I send over in. Remind them not to cum in her, only on her and pay special attention to her ass. I’ve got drills to run.”

 

[tygavin]

I sat up on the cold floor and leaned back against the wall. I could safely say every part of my body was in some type of pain, so there was no point in finding a position that hurt less.

The bastards had followed instructions, using the taser on my body. The settings weren’t enough to knock me unconscious, just hurt like hell, especially when they discovered I screamed loudest when they shocked the underside of my breasts. I stopped screaming, instead gritting my teeth and moaning.

To my surprise they didn’t fuck me. I thought they would. Instead, one got a call and they both pushed me on my knees and jerked off over my head, mixing their seed with my hair, and then leaving.

“Your hair is going to look white by the time you are hanging.” Rourke said, walking in and surprising me. Perhaps scaring me would be a better term. I now associated him with pain and pleasure, a dangerous combination. I briefly wondered if his brother had been as sadistic as him.

He sat down beside me, his back pushed against the wall and his knees brought up to his chest.

“May I speak?” I asked carefully.

He nodded.

“What is going to happen to me? I know you are going to let your men have me and plan to torture me but when it’s time to kill me, what will happen. You said you had a spot picked out to crucify me. Was that true?”

He sighed. “Yes and no. I have a spot picked out, but I will only be assisting. Trinity is an old religious order and had members trained in Roman times to carry out crucifixions who left very detailed notes, passed down among the generations. There is a Trinity executioner who is particularly skilled at crucifying someone.”

I closed my eyes, resigned. I knew what crucifixion was. A female crew mate of mine was crucified on this island by the Solarii, shortly after I woke. After everything that had happened, I wonder if her body was still there now.

“After you have been determined to be sufficiently broken, the Inner Circle will arrive on the island. You will be taken to the throne room in the temple and placed on trial for the murders you have committed. You will plead guilty. Then you will be taken to the whipping post. You will be scourged. I don’t mean whipped like you have been. It is going to be like no pain you have ever felt. Your skin will be torn but this will help you in the long run. Then you will be taken to the place I chose, and the executioner will nail you to the wood where you will writhe in agony until your body surrenders, and you die. We are going to leave your body to rot on the cross.”

My stomach churned and I turned to the side to throw up, but I had nothing. Instead, I dry heaved and he patted me on the back.

“Too detailed for you?”

I shook my head. “I asked.”

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box with what appeared to be hand rolled cigarettes and handed me one.

“I don’t smoke.”

“You do now. You are going to be entertaining a lot of men tonight and word has gotten around that your ass needs a bit of stretching. This is marijuana, laced with ecstasy. It’s going to calm you down and put you in the mood. You will be given my special water all night and drink it every chance you get. You are going to swallow a lot of cum tonight and you might puke. You are going to want water in you. Tomorrow morning you will be given bread and a bit of meat and taken to a cell with a mat on the floor and a toilet. For now, smoke.”

I did as I was told, a recurring theme I was beginning to make peace with. After so many years fighting, while the torture was horrible as no doubt my death would be, it was a comforting feeling to know I didn’t have to make decisions anymore. My fate was out of my hands. The weed was good. I wasn’t lying when I said I didn’t smoke but I had smoked weed in high school occasionally like every proper boarding school brat.

“How long until they arrive?”

“When they stop being entertained by your videos. Figure a week. Seeing a woman like you being tortured is one thing but orgasming, begging for sex instead of pain, watching what these men will turn you into…it’s their kink. Eventually they will get tired and want you dead.”

“And then they kill my friends.” I said sadly.

Rourke’s eyes widened and he tensed. I smiled inside, finding it funny that he thought I was in the condition to take him then escape this place.

“They only need one. A pregnant Abby is enough. The others know too much. Take me for many things Rourke but never a fool.”

He smirked and relaxed.

The pot was starting to get to me, and my body was tingling. My mouth also couldn’t seem to stay closed.

“You were too late. I was broken when I washed up on this island six years ago. I was broken when that Russian tried to rape me and I killed him. Then I took his gun and killed three men to escape. By the time I escaped this island I had gone from killing to survive to enjoy taking their lives. What good did it get me?”

I paused for a moment and saw he was really listening and I really needed to talk to someone, even the man who was responsible for all my pain.

“My father abandoned me in pursuit of his search for the mystical. What did I do? I set out to redeem his name, to prove him right. Instead, I found nothing. I got nothing from it. The world considers me as crazy as he was, I was left with a broken soul, and a huge Manor with one old butler as company.”

“Yeah, your life hasn’t been great. Sucks when the most positive parental influence was an undercover Trinity operative fucking your dad for info.” He agreed.

I smirked then I laughed. Soon I couldn’t stop, and he joined me. The irony of my life, the tragedy, the pointlessness. Yes, I stopped Trinity but what did it do? They are still in business, and I am a dead woman, a whore.

“This is really good stuff.” I admitted.

“I’ll give you a couple shots of whiskey. A little advice. You see a dick, stick it in your mouth or use your hands to get it off. The less your cunt takes the better. Your ass is gonna hurt. Nothing I can do about that. They have been told to fuck you and cover you in cum for the cameras, not beat you. Try to relax and enjoy yourself. There isn’t anything else to do. The fun starts in an hour. I’m going to leave these for you. Smoke as many as you can. Whiskey and water in an hour then I lead you into the fun room.”

He stood and I grabbed his leg. Rourke looked down on me questioningly.

“I want you.” I said, surprising me and him. “Before they take me…can I suck your dick?”

I don’t know what came over me. Perhaps it was Stockholm Syndrome or I was losing my mind. Perhaps I had truly come to grips with my reality. One thing I did know was no matter how much pain he caused me, I would rather be fucked by him than faceless Trinity operatives.

“You know what I want to hear.”

I closed my eyes and a tear slipped out.

“Do I have to?”

He smirked. “You know you want to. You know what to call me. How broken are you, Lara?”

I swallowed and took a final puff on the joint. “Please let me suck your dick…”

I closed my eyes then met his. “Please Daddy.”

“That bastard really did a number on you, didn’t he?”

I shook my head, not wanting to talk about it.

Instead, I reached for his belt. Fittingly and conveniently, he had gone commando and his cock sprung free, already hard.

I took my time with him this time. There were cameras in this room, people I had once been close with were probably being forced to watch and I had taken the initiative to suck his dick. I even called him Daddy because I knew what he wanted.

I ran my tongue up his shaft and marveled at the firmness and heat. His head was huge, throbbing, and I knew he was just as affected. Unlike last night, I felt we were on equal ground somewhat. We weren’t, but it was nice to think that.

I took him into my mouth, sealing my lips around his head and placing my hand on his shaft, stroking and licking, bobbing my head. He reached for my hair, but instead of thrusting his dick down my throat, he simply held on. I suppose he liked what I was doing because he was moaning and his cock grew larger in my mouth.

I pulled back before he could cum. He looked at me furiously and I could tell he was about to fuck my throat.

“Please! Fuck my…”

He held his hand, and I knew I was seconds away from my throat being raped.

“Fuck my ass. I don’t want my first time to be with some lackey.”

His face showed realization and understanding then an evil grin. He flipped me around and forced my face to the floor, my ass in the air. I jumped when he stuck a finger in my ass. Then two fingers went in, then three. I forced myself to relax and it wasn’t as hard as I expected. The pot had something to do with it and the ecstasy it was laced in made everything feel like sparks of pleasure. I spread my knees wider and pushed back.

Then I felt the heat from his huge cock head. It was at my asshole and I wondered what I had been thinking. There was no way this would fit.

In true Rourke fashion, he rammed his cock into my ass like he rammed the hook earlier that day. I grunted and clenched my fists, and forced myself to relax and cried in pain, actually squealing.

He nearly had cum in my mouth. I had no idea how he was staying hard this long but he must have gone for five more minutes. He pulled the back of my hair and I pushed up on my arms, keeping a curve in my back to accommodate his cock inside me.

Two hard, slow thrusts and he came, filling me with his hot seed.

He leaned down on top of me, wrapping an arm around my waist and pressing a hand to the brand above my belly button.

“Lara Croft, killing you is going to be the highlight of my life.”

I didn’t tell him that sadly it may be the highlight of my life.

 

[tygavin]

The experience of being taken by so many men was a strange one to say the least. I thought I would be terrified but thanks to Rourke’s magical weed and the water and whiskey I had drunk, I felt relaxed, perhaps even excited. I walked into the room on shaky feet but when I saw the naked men waiting for me, I began to get wet. The pain all over my body began to fade away and I focused on who would take me first.

I was glad I asked Rourke to fuck my ass, because the first man took me to the floor, and shoved his cock inside my ass. Rourke’s was bigger but he was still a good size and made me grunt. He lay back on the hard floor with his dick still wedged in my ass and I lay back on top of him. I wasn’t sure what was happening until another man approached me and shoved his cock in my pussy. My eyes widened, not sure what was going on and feeling fuller than I ever have in my life. Then my head was turned, and a man was on his knees next to me with his cock out. I instinctually opened my mouth and he filled it and began fucking my throat much like Rourke did.

I had never fucked more than one person at a time in my life. Now I had three cocks inside my body and the sensation was driving me out of my mind. I laid back and went with it. Keeping my legs spread and mouth open, breathing through my nose with nothing to do as I was fucked. The motion of a cock in my ass pulling out and in while the cock in my pussy, almost felt as if they were rubbing against each other. If I could feel shame in that moment, I would have at the orgasm that was ripped from me involuntarily.

Like with Rourke earlier I felt the cock swell and prepared. He didn’t pull out and my mouth was filled with cum. I couldn’t believe one man could produce so much. I tried to swallow. It was better and creamy and strange with a slight strange odor. Most of it dribbled on my chin.

The man in my ass pulled out as did the man in my pussy and I felt very empty. Then I found myself on the floor on my back and felt streams of hot cum flying onto my tits and more cum showering on my cheeks then a cock being wiped in my hair.

I took the opportunity to look around and saw a cameraman in my face. In the corner of the room was Rourke, standing against the wall with his leg propped against it, arms crossed and a pleased smile on his face. I smiled back and felt more cum dribble out of my mouth.

Then I was flipped on top of a man, impaling his cock. I bent over him, and another cock was in my ass. I was being fucked good and hard, from all directions.

I remember stroking cocks, sucking them and eventually fucking the men back, slamming my hips into them and my ass back, welcoming the thrusts.

I wasn’t sure how long it went on. It wasn’t as brutal as I expected and to my surprise, I began to love it.

The next morning, I woke up on that same floor, on my back and covered in cum. I looked around me and saw cum plastered all over my torso but also the floor around me. I wiped my eyes, as a bit was dripping from my eyelid. I couldn’t have been out that long.

“Let’s go Lara. Get off your ass.”

Rourke was there and it gave me comfort. For some perverse reason I asked him if I did well.

“You were amazing. Maybe before you die, I will let you see the video. You have more to look forward to tonight. For now, I need to take you to your new cell.”

When I arrived at my new home, it was a barren room except for a toilet, a sleeping mat and two dog bowls. Inside the dog bowls were water and the other had some sort of meat and bread.

He took a pair of handcuffs and secured my hands behind my back.

“Eat.”

I looked at him in confusion and flexed my arms.

“You are less than a dog, Lara. Eat like one. The Inner Council will like this.”

I looked behind him and saw the cameraman. Deciding I had no choice I bent over and then toppled to the side after losing my balance. I hurriedly righted myself when he grabbed my hair and pressed it into the dog bowl. I ate as much as I could, my stomach growling. Then I drank from the bowl, sucking it, and a bit disgusted when cum still leaked out of my mouth.

One I was done, he took me to a real shower with hot water and cleaned me himself.

I thought perhaps the worst was over until he took me a room with a bench with straps. I lay down without being asked and was strapped down, one going over my breasts and pressing them down along with immobilizing my arms, another around my waist, a strap around my knees and one over my ankles.

“What are you going to do to me?”

He slapped me and it stung, bringing tears to my eyes.

“The day’s work has started. What is your job?”

“To suffer and to fuck.” I answered.

He patted my head. “What else? Do you want to make someone happy?”

“You.”

“Who?”

“I want to make Daddy happy.”

“Good girl.” He bent over and kissed me, and I melted into his lips, then welcomed his tongue. I had made him happy. As long as I kept him happy, life would be easier. Perhaps I would suffer less and enjoy fucking more. I could be fucking right now, regain that feeling last night. I didn’t care about my friends, or how I looked, or who was watching. I was just lost in the sensation. I wanted more of it.

He placed a cloth over my face, and I tried to relax. My relaxation turned to terror when he poured water over my face.

Waterboarding was a terrifying experience. I’m not sure how long we went. He took breaks at times and caned the bottoms of my feet. I never complained and he constantly told me I was a good girl. I was beginning to live for that praise.

That night he took me again, only instead of being brutal, he fucked me slowly but firmly, taking control but ensuring I got my pleasure. Then he passed me on to his men and I got lost in them. Every night I swallowed and was covered in cum, I woke up with a sore pussy and ass and an aching jaw. Every morning he told me what a good girl I was. He interspersed the torture sessions with orgasms, stopping whipping to use a vibrator on me until I was forced to cum.

A part of my mind knew he was conditioning me. He told me at the beginning he would turn me into a slut, begging for sex and he was doing so. He was taking advantage of all my emotional weaknesses, the abandonment, the need for love, the guilt I lived with constantly and the need to get away from it. He used it all against me. He used my body and mind against me.

The majority of my mind didn’t care. Even when he was torturing me, he was giving me attention. I was the center of attention for every man on the island. I was used as a sex toy, but I was still the main attraction.

Every night started off the same. I would smoke with him in my cell, drink whiskey, have sex anyway he wanted and then he would take me to his men because he liked watching.

I wasn’t sure how many days had passed. I wasn’t sure how many more days I had to endure and nights of pleasure I would have. As long as I didn’t ask, I could pretend this would last forever.

I should have known better.

I was grinding against him, sitting on his lap with his cock far up me, rocking my hips back and forth and kissing him, his hands on my ass and mine in his hair.

We came together and I rested my head on his shoulders.

“I love you.”

I can’t believe I said that. This awful man who not long ago I would have killed without a second thought had become my world in such a small time. I leaned back to look at him, to read his expression, and relaxed when I saw a huge smile.

“Then its time.” He told me.

“Time for what?”

“The Inner Circle flew in yesterday. I told them you would break in the next few days. They’re one a ship offshore. They will be her in the morning for your trial. Tomorrow your death sentence starts.”

I wanted to cry but knew it would do no good. He was right. I was broken completely. I had told this horrible person I loved him. However, I was a horrible person too. I had not thought of my friends in days. I had not tried to bargain for their lives. I knew they would likely be killed, and I should take advantage of the realization to escape and bring down hell on my captors.

I didn’t though. I just gave in, enjoyed being fucked, even began to look forward to the torture and fell in love with the only man to ever dominate me.

“Can the boys have me for one more night?”

“Absolutely, but I’m not done with you.”

We had sex for the next few hours and unlike before it was hard. Every time he came in my ass or pussy, he was hard as soon as he put his dick in my mouth again. The thought of me dying was driving him over the edge.

He finally handed me over and told the boys of my impending death. They fucked me with renewed passion like I had never been fucked before.

The next morning, Rourke had to carry me to the shower. He washed me all over except my hair and face.

To my utter shock, he gave me a white dress. It was thin, practically see through yet it was a dress that hung from my shoulders down to my ankles.

“You can’t go to court naked.”

“I’m guilty.”

“And you will remain dressed until you are sentenced. Are you going to be a good girl for me?”

I nodded and did as I was told. He tied my hands together in front. As he pulled me out into the open on our trek to meet my doom, I asked him if he loved me.

“Of course not. My job was to break you. It doesn’t matter if I love you or not. I gave you what you needed. Attention and absolution. I wish I could keep you as a slave forever but not because I love you. Only because you can take so much abuse. You did a I wanted you to do. You are going to die a whore. And I’ll be with you the entire time.”

 

[Blue]

To my utter shock, he gave me a white dress. It was thin, practically see through yet it was a dress that hung from my shoulders down to my ankles.

“You can’t go to court naked.”

“I’m guilty.”

“And you will remain dressed until you are sentenced. Are you going to be a good girl for me?”

Love this imagery: her white “virginal” facade of innocence slowly striped away as each charge is levied against her revealing the true brutality (from her abuse) that lays beneath... more humiliation for Lara or does she own it, reveling in her submission and desire to please “daddy”?

 

[tygavin]

Love this imagery: her white “virginal” facade of innocence slowly striped away as each charge is levied against her revealing the true brutality (from her abuse) that lays beneath... more humiliation for Lara or does she own it, reveling in her submission and desire to please “daddy”?

That’s the question. The next part is written but I won’t know how she takes the crucifixion until it happens. That’s the thing about crucifixion that’s fascinating. No matter how ready you are or how much you think you want it, it’s a new reality when it actually happens.

 

[tygavin]

The feeling of wearing clothes was foreign to me. It seemed like forever since I had. Nudity had become an accepted part of my life, clothes were not meant for someone of my stature.

The white dress was simple and thin, but despite the thin material it irritated the numerous scrapes, burns, and cane marks on my body.

Being clean was also strange. Though it was made certain this morning that my face and hair were covered in cum, the rest of me was cleaner than I had been since I arrived.

My hands were tied on front of me. I was led by a Trinity soldier and Rourke, the man I had inexplicably fallen in love with walked beside me. I was under no illusions he loved me now. I was his whore, his slave, his plaything and that was enough. He was my world, my pleasure and pain and ultimately my killer. I was glad it would be him. He would enjoy watching me die.

I’m not sure how many men fucked me the night before. Every night seemed the same. I would smoke with Rourke, he would fuck me brutally and then I was handed over to Trinity soldiers whom I begged to fuck me and fill me. I wish I hadn’t waited until the end of my life to discover how wonderful sex could be, but at least I had this past, five, or maybe six days. I had lost count.

We entered the palace I had once killed many men in. I killed the brother of the one who tried to rape me with an arrow in the back, then set the place on fire. Apparently, it had not all burned.

I entered with my entourage and saw the new Inner Circle of Trinity. They sat on chairs in a slightly curved line and I was taken in front of them. Rourke slapped my ass and I knew that was my signal to kneel. My hands remained restrained. In some ways it was a comfort.

“Lara Croft, I am Regina Queen, High Councilor of Trinity, as my husband was before me. You come before us today to answer for many deaths. We will ask you questions, and you will answer honestly or you will be punished, as will your friends. Do you understand?”

“Yes, High Councilor.” I answered. What would be the point in lying?

“Did you wage war on Trinity?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Trinity killed my father.”

“One life. How many did you take in retaliation?”

Rourke had told me a long time ago. It was probably a week but to me it was another life. That Lara was gone. All that was left was Rourke’s whore, Trinity’s plaything.

“Hundreds.” I decided on, not remembering the exact number.

“Did you remove the Dagger of Chak Chel in Cozumel, setting off a string of events that began with a tsunami, killing hundreds of men, women and children?”

I closed my eyes, tears stinging them. “Yes.”

“Did you kill Dr. Pedro Dominguez while he tried to reshape the world into one of peace?”

“Yes.”

“You kneel before us to answer for the deaths of thousands. You deny none?”

“No, High Councilor.”

The woman nodded and I prepared myself to hear the sentence that would add to my suffering but ultimately end my life.

“Does the defense have anything to add?”

Defense? I had a defense? A man at the end of the right side of the rows, stood up and walked beside me.

“I believe from the video we have been shown this week, Lara Croft is not the same woman. Death may be a mercy to her. She has been broken in spirit and body. Commander Rourke has done a fine job of turning her into a slave who only desires sex and pain. She could be a fine pleasure slave. She has already admitted loving the man who has broken her. Her body is in fine form, despite her scars. It would be a waste to kill such a lovely creature.”

The man returned to his seat.

“Does the prosecution have anything to say?”

A man on the far right stood but did not walk towards me. “As much as a cum whore she has become, Lara Croft is simply too dangerous to be left alive. Aren’t you Lara? Do you deserve to die?”

That was a simple question. Perhaps before this began, before Rourke had forced me to come to the island I would have argued vehemently. But now, especially after hearing the High Councilor’s accusations, it was had to disagree.

“I do deserve to die.”

“The prosecution rests.”

“Lara Croft, stand.”

I shuffled to my feet and met her eyes.

“This Council sentences you to be scourged and crucified. You will be given forty nine lashes. You will then be taken to a place of execution and nailed to a cross where your body will remain until it decays and is fallen or eaten by birds and animals. Sentence to be carried out in one hour. Clear the room. I need to speak to this slut alone.”

The room cleared quickly, even my love Rourke left me.

“Approach me.”

I approached her slowly. When I was near her, she told me to get on my knees.

“I’ve enjoyed watching you this week. You did me a favor, killing my husband, but no good deed goes unpunished. Have you ever had sex with a woman?”

“Only one drunken night with my best friend and roommate, Sam. We never talked about it again.”

“A shame.” The woman pulled up the robe she was wearing and she was nude underneath. She sat back down on her chair.

“Eat my pussy, the way Rourke ate yours. Make it good, slut. Use your fingers. Just do to me, what you would want done to you.”

I did my best. Her pussy was so moist and hot. The temperature surprised me. She was burning up and gasped the moment my tongue touched her outer labia. Encouraged by her response, I lay my tongue between her labia and found her hard clit. She moaned and grabbed my hair, pushing my face against her. She was as rough as Rourke, so I knew what to expect. I wasn’t licking her as much as she was fucking my face. It wasn’t long before her legs were squeezing my head and my hearing was gone, only feeling the vibrations of her moans. I wanted so badly to finger myself but didn’t want to incur her wrath in this special moment, so I squeezed my tied hands between her legs and my cheek, finding her clit. She spread her legs and I pulled her apart as far as my bound hands would let me, taking long, firm laps at her inner labia.

Her orgasm was so hard and fast it surprised me. I never closed my mouth and swallowed most of her juices, those that didn’t soak my face. Her fluids were much different than the copious amounts of cum I had swallowed this week but nevertheless, I savored them. I had given her an orgasm, meaning I had fulfilled my purpose in life. The only other purpose I had was to die in pain for the entertainment of others.

“That’s enough, slut. Follow me.”

I followed her as ordered. We walked outside and I enjoyed the air, taking deep gulps. We reached a clearing on the mountain overlook, that rose high above Shantytown, the site of my bloodiest battle.

Rourke was waiting for me along with a shirtless man in black pants, wearing a terrifying hood. There were two metal bars with chains hanging from them. I knew what they were for. They were the beginning of my end.

I reached the bars and the ropes binding my hands were cut. I raised my hands without being told. Rourke cuffed one wrist and the executioner cuffed the other. I stood with my arms spread wide. Then I felt the executioner grab the back of my dress and rip it down. My breasts were free and my nipples hardened in the cool air. Despite or because of what was coming, my pussy was soaking. A few more tugs and I was naked once again.

I was ordered to spread my legs and did as directed. Metal cuffs were attached to my ankles, and I was secured in an X position, wide open and helpless, prepared for death.

I thought I was prepared until the first lash struck me. It felt worse than any whip I had taken that week. I felt my skin split. Rourke had warned me this would be brutal. I would lose blood, but it would shorten my time on the cross.

After the second stroke I was ready to beg for more time on the cross.

It wasn’t long before I looked to the ground between screams and saw blood drops between my feet. My throat was hoarse from screaming, the same as how it felt when Rourke fucked my throat. I had lost count of the strokes. My skin was being flayed and I was very glad I could not see.

At some point I must have passed out because water was thrown at my face. When I came to my senses, the scourging started again.

I passed out again and though I felt water again, my feet could not find themselves and I hung limply from my bonds, still stretched open to the world but unable to stand on my own. When my hair was pulled back, I realized it was over.

Then a thin whip struck my tits, the end striking my nipple and my eyes opened wide. I looked at the perpetrator and saw my lover had found a thin whip and decided my tits needed stripes. I hate it and he knew it, that was why he was doing it. It was something I loved about him. He tried his best to give me atonement. He knew my weakest spots and punished me for them.

My tits were completely red, my nipples enflamed and swollen and I had large tears falling from my eyes. I looked past my stomach and saw blood mixed with the grass under me. I doubted I had any skin left on my back. My ass was on fire as well. The spot my brand had been, the first thing my lover had given me, was flaring up as if I just received it.

My arms were released and I fell into Rourke’s arms.

“I’m ready.” I whispered to him.

“Not for this, Lara. No one is ready for this. When your arms are nailed, I’m going to fuck you one last time. Then you learn the meaning of true pain. Your back is torn to shreds but you will still look beautiful hanging from the cross.”

“I love you.” I told him quietly.

“And that is what makes you so sad. You have been looking for attention all your life, so badly that you fell in love with the man who tortured you and made you a shared whore. You fell in love with a man who recorded you eating out of a dog bowl with your hands behind your back. It’s okay. The sadness is over. We are going to kill you. All you have to do is let it happen.”

 

[tygavin]

The final two entries will be posted tonight.

 

[tygavin]

I thought I would be taken to my cross, but it wasn’t to be. I was not able to let it happen. I had a duty to perform.

My executioner was in front of me. He was huge, perhaps six foot five inches tall or so. He was solid muscle. His chest rippled when he breathed.

The thing I loved most was the black hood. It terrified me. It made it clear this was my grim reaper. I had faced off against the Storm Guard, the Oni, the Deathless and the Cenote and not one petrified me as this mortal man did. He was my doom.

“On your knees, slut. Time to thank your executioner.” He told me in a rich baritone voice. I couldn’t place his accent. I gingerly got to my knees, and kneeled straight up, not resting on my legs, so my mouth was level with his crotch.

I became a bit dizzy when he began pulling out his cock. My back decided to remind my mind that something truly horrible had happened to it. I would not have been surprised if my muscles were exposed to the air. Every slight move in the breeze flared pain anew. Daddy said my skin was gone but it couldn’t all be gone.

“Open.” The deep voice told me. I did as told and placed my hands on his waist to steady myself. He grabbed my hair with both hands, and I grunted as he shoved his cock down my throat, reminding me of the first time Rourke fucked my skull.

This was no different. His pelvis beat my nose, my face ground into his crotch. I had to force myself to breath but the well of pain that was my back made breathing difficult already, and having a large cock stuffed down my throat was not helping.

I lost my breath completely when his cock swelled and I nearly passed out, but his cum poured down my throat in three thrusts, He continued to pump on his way out, putting his seed not only in my stomach but layering my throat and filling my mouth. The amount was staggering.

“Open your mouth and show me.”

I tilted my head up and opened wide, showing him the results of his deed. He grabbed my jaw and closed my mouth.

“Swallow, Cunt. It’s your last meal.”

I did as I was told, not easily considering how dry my mouth was. Much of it spilled out of my mouth and dripped on my jaw. I still enjoyed the taste. At some point in the past few days, I had learned to crave the taste. Swallowing cum meant I was not being tortured. I was given attention. I was good enough to bring pleasure instead of death.

Rourke picked me up by the hair and I struggled to stand. Once I was up, he wiped my mouth with a handkerchief and kissed me gently.

“Breaking you, turning you into this useless pain slut has been one of the greatest privileges in my life.” He told me.

“Thank you, Daddy.”

He shook his head, and I knew what he was thinking. He thought I was pathetic, and I was. I couldn’t make myself care. Trinity hadn’t beaten me, life had. Trinity could never kill me. They had to complete an elaborate plan to use innocents to trap me in a situation where I had no choice but to submit.

Roth told me on this very island that I needed to learn about sacrifice. He said sacrifice was a choice I could make, while loss was a choice made for you. I could have sacrificed those I loved. Every one of them would have understood. They are dead anyway, or will be as soon as I am nailed.

I was done sacrificing people so I could live. I didn’t want to live, I wanted somebody to finally kill me. They hadn’t been able to do it.

I looked out on the Trinity council, the executioner with his hammer and nails, over one hundred soldiers who had fucked me in the past week and I laughed. Perhaps they thought I was going insane but I didn’t care. Perhaps I was.

Then Rourke took my arm and my laughter stopped. He turned me towards the rough cross on the ground. It looked huge to me. I was going to be pinned forever to that massive thing.

The wood was unshaved, as if knocked off a tree by a bolt of lighting. You could still see bark in some places.

I straddled it and when I lay back on it, I screamed. The open wounds of my back lit up as soon as the wood touched it and I wanted nothing more than to get off of it. Unfortunately, Rourke had a hand between my breasts, pushing me down and the executioner was holding on arm while a Trinity soldier held my other. Rourke sat on my abdomen, and someone was holding my legs. I was pressed to the rough wood, digging into my back and ass.

“Stop! Get off me!” I yelled.

“Lara! Be a good girl, now!”

“It hurts, Daddy.”

“It’s supposed to. You’ve been a bad girl and you are being punished. Lay as still as possible. I’m going to be nice. I’m going to give you a stick to bite.”

Rourke looked at someone and soon enough I had a stick I would normally use for firewood in my mouth and I bit down on it.

I tried to calm myself but my back wouldn’t let me.

“She has beautiful tits.” A voice said.

“They are sensitive as hell. You can have fun with them when she is hung. How the hell she did all that climbing with these huge tits, I will never understand.” Rourke told him. “Her nipples must have stayed hard. You can blow on them and they are hard enough to cut glass.”

I thrust my breasts out proudly and to raise my back from the wood. It didn’t help. I could feel wood shavings stuck to the bloody skin.

“Okay, slut. I want you to look at your right arm.” Rourke told me. “He is about to drive a big nail through your wrist and I don’t want you to miss it. You thought you were degraded before but this is the final trip. You won’t be able to touch yourself after he is done, or even clench a fist, or move without pain. Watch carefully and bite that stick.”

My eyes were drawn to the spot he told me to look. The executioner had the huge rusty nail pressed against my wrists. My wrist looked tiny compared to it.

The nail head scraped my skin as he moved it around, I suppose to find the spot to enter my body.

Then that black hooded man raised his blunt hammer.

I couldn’t describe the pain I felt when that damn nail pierced me. At first I just looked at it, I disbelief. It had gone through and into the wood. I wasn’t sure how to react. The pain in my back was gone. A lightning bolt that reminded me of my tasing, only a thousand times worse, traveled up my arm and into my neck, then straight to my brain. I bit down on the stick and heard it cracking.

My body bucked up as much as possible. I know I couldn’t move my legs and Rourke was still on my waist, but I strained and nearly lifted them up regardless.

Before I could come to grips with my new reality a second strike and I felt the nail head flush with my skin.

He moved to my other side and traded places with the Trinity soldier who had been present.

I spit the stick out and screamed for him to stop. He didn’t listen. I cried for my tormentors to get off me, but they didn’t budge. This was not right. No one deserved this, no matter what crime committed. It was inhuman.

The man in the black hood did not stop and no one got off of me. He struck again and the same lighting bolt of pain struck me, racing to my head and joining the one from my right.

Another strike and I felt the same nail head, flush and pressing into my skin.

The weight left me. Only Rourke was on me. I couldn’t stop the wailing, the moaning. I needed to release my pain and my natural instinct was to grab my wounds. Every time my arm jerked, I screamed again.

Rourke stood up and unbuckled his pants.

Then he was in me roughly and I felt a familiar pain nearly overtake my defeated wrists.

He was fucking me and grinding my back up and down into the wood below me. I begged him to stop but he continued to hammer me. It was like fucking on top of a campfire.

“Please, you are killing me.” I finally told him quietly, more of a squeal but at least it wasn’t an incomprehensible sound.

“That’s the idea, Lara.” He told me.

I did the only thing I could do. I tried to block out everything else and spread my legs wider.

“Good girl.”

“Please tell me you love me one time. I know you don’t but please, I am begging you.”

He never slowed down, and I was certain my back was on fire, and I would be dying any moment. Considering the pain I was already in, I would welcome death.

“Please! I just want someone to say it!”

He yelled as loudly as I screamed when he came inside me.

Once he was finished, he was breathing heavily on top of me.

“Say what I want to hear.”

“I love you, Daddy.”

“I love you too, baby girl.”

There. He had said it. He loved me. I had someone who loved me. I was beaten, bloody, horrible looking. Only my pussy and mouth were worth something now, but he loved me and that almost made the pain manageable. If it were only true, this might be worth it.

Once he buckled his pants; he winked at me and held my legs down. He bent them at a strange angle and placed my soles flat on the wood.

“Nail both feet separately. Her pussy is magic. I don’t want her hiding it.” He told the man.

Rather than fighting, trying futilely to move my legs, I lay still and cried. He loved me. He loved me.

The nails in my feet were worse. I’m not even sure how that happened. Perhaps because it was coupled with my bent legs straightening in pain and my back rubbing against the bloody wood.

I finally lay still, my body enflamed, literally feeling on fire. I had been through burning buildings before, and this was similar only worse.

I looked up into the sky, completely helpless, unable to fight, unable to move or even scratch my nose. It was ridiculous. All I had survived, every enemy I had killed, and I was laid low like this.

People were standing above me. They towered over me, looking down as if they were gods looking at an insignificant bug. They were all smiling. I recognized some of the soldiers from my rapes…were they rapes? Perhaps at first but then…if you crave something, was it against your will? Did it matter anymore?

The man I loved was over me as well, with an evil grin I had come to associate with hurting me. What more could he do?

“Okay, boys. She has cum in her belly and cum in her cunt. All of you line up. I want her body completely covered. She’s been a good girl. Give her a proper goodbye.”

 

[tygavin]

Rourke lied when he said all I had to do was let it happen. Despite my situation, despite my mind knowing it was over, my body wouldn’t stop moving.

When the cross was raised, it was a new type of pain. The cross bottoming out felt like I had been hit with a sledgehammer. I had been hit with a sledgehammer once and the feeling was similar. When the men hammered wedges into it, I felt every blow.

Now I hung from my arms, my shoulders in a strange position, different than any rock climbing I had ever done. I couldn’t breathe well enough, so my body pushed itself up off my tortured feet even though my mind said to lay still and die. I twisted into different positions, trying to keep my ass and back off the rough wood, but I always came back to it. My backside was rubbing this wood raw with my dance.

My Daddy, the man who loved me, had left to have dinner with the Inner Circle. Many of my lovers remained though, staring at me as I danced in agony.

“How did he do it?” I heard one ask. “His brother tried for years to take her out.”

“Rourke was CIA psy ops. He came up with this whole plan. Taking her friends, fucking with her head, it was all his plan. She even told the fucker she loved him. How fucked up is that?”

His friend sighed and walked up to me when I dropped to hang from my arms once again.

“Lara, I want you to know you were one of the best fucks in my life even for a gangbang. You stayed tight and gave as good as you got. Want to see what you look like?”

He held his phone out and I cringed. My body was hanging from this rugged wood and looked tiny on it. It was difficult to tell the state of the front of my body. My hair was soaking wet and stringy. I could make out my Daddy’s brand he gave me above my belly button but the rest of me was covered in cum. The men had formed a line and all hundred or so of them jacked off on me. I didn’t mind. It was like my lovers saying goodbye. They had coated me all week and it was only right that I was coated in their seed at the end.

“Back.” I whispered.

He understood and stepped around then returned. He held the phone for me once again and I cried out.

My back was one bloody wound. I’m sure there was skin there, but it was so bloody I couldn’t tell. The sight of my back made the pain flare up once again. I pushed myself away from the wood, placing strain on my wrists and feet again and groaned.

“Yeah, it looks bad, but on the bright side, you probably won’t last the night. I think the bosses wanted you to live for three days or something but there is no way that’s happening. You are probably going to be dead by morning.”

I raised myself up once again and screamed.

When I lowered myself again, I whispered to him. “Wolves. Big wolves.”

He understood. “Yeah, I’ve seen them this week. We will be here tonight and will keep them from eating you. Once you are dead, they are probably digesting you. At least they will get to you before the birds.”

He placed a finger in me and cupped my pussy, trying to rub it. I closed my eyes to try and find pleasure. I couldn’t. There was no laced weed, no magic water, and even if there were, it could not compete with the pain I was in.

He must have seen this because he looked at me apologetically and patted me between my legs, stinging my pussy, the one part that had not hurt.

“Boss wants these on.” Another man said, walking up with little pieces of gold in his hand.

They were small Trinity emblems.

“Punch them through. I doubt she will notice.”

I watched the man pull up a short step stool and pinch my nipples. He poked the ring through, and I cried but compared to the other horrors I had faced, piercing my nipples didn’t seem so bad.

Then he pushed one through my clit and my pussy was no longer the one place that I could say didn’t hurt.

My friend stepped back and took another pic then showed it to me. It was perfect. I was hung, pinned helplessly, covered in cum, filthy, and three shiny pieces of jewelry hung from my nipples and clit. My legs were spread like the whore I had turned into.

I closed my eyes and continued my dance, having nothing left to live for. I spent time thinking of how else I could be degraded and found nothing. Apparently, my love didn’t either as I didn’t see him.

I drifted in between worlds. At times I saw Alex, begging me to join him in the water. At others I saw my father crying. I saw Roth looking at me with shame, making me feel guilty for coming to this. Sam begged me to save her but for once, I couldn’t. I saw the ghosts of the Russians and this time I swore they had their way with me.

It was dark when I last came to and was sure I was still in the physical world. My lover was in front of me. Trinity had set two guards by two torches lighting my dance of death, but I hadn’t seen him since that day.

“I thought you would have more time. I just killed the executioner. The deal was three days and he couldn’t deliver. He ripped your back too much. You won’t make it till morning.”

I’m not sure how I felt about that. It would be an end to the pain, but the pain was all I knew. I was so intimate with it; I couldn’t imagine living without it.

“I wasn’t crazy about this. I thought long and hard about how I wanted to kill you. I thought of some fucked up things to do to you, but this did make the most sense. It’s caused you the most pain. I guess that is what matters in the end.”

I supposed it did. Did anything matter? Would I go into the darkness and cease to exist? I already had a hard time remembering my life before I came to Rourke and undressed on that beach. I remember the violence, the anger, the loneliness. I remember living a half-life at the Manor only existing and not living.

“I’ll be leaving right after you are dead, but considering you are talking to yourself and probably don’t realize it, I assume you aren’t long for this world. I’m gonna have a deeper hole dug so after your dead, your cross can be moved into it and the wolves will have an easier time eating your body. Fucking you up has been the most fun I have ever had. Look at you, completely demeaned. Do you still love me? Are you still Daddy’s good little girl?”

“Yes.” I whispered. “I love you, Daddy.”

He shook his head. “I am really too good at my job. It was a good run, Croft. Killing you has been memorable.”

My lover left me. It was over.

It didn’t matter. I was having a hard time lifting myself out. My breaths were shorter, and I was beginning to black out more often.

I closed my eyes and welcomed the darkness. I had known love before I fell into the darkness. The sound of wolves howling in the distance were the last of my life.

The End.

 

[Madiosi]

Now in the libary:

https://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/crux-forums-e-book-library.4744/post-854717

and in the archive:

https://www.cruxforums.com/xf/resources/unconditional-surrender-by-tygavin.1048/

 

[TheLimey]

Missed this first time around.

@tygavin, are you familiar with the 3D animations that FatCat17 produces?