[MotokoK]

I would like to share a superheroine story from Dangerguy - 'Lara Croft, Tomb Raider: Walk Like an Egyptian'.

WARNING: This story is strictly fictional and is not intended to portray any real persons, living or dead, nor is it at all intended to encourage the type of activity portrayed here. It is not to be resold for profit. It is strictly a fantasy/parody, intended for the personal enjoyment of those who appreciate the superheroine in bondage/peril/sexual situations genre. The story depicts graphic sexual situations, including bondage, violence, and non-consensual sex, among a number of other nasty things. It is NOT intended, nor is it at all suitable, for minors. If you are under the age of 18, or if this type of thing offends you, you shouldn’t be reading it. Otherwise, carry on, and enjoy.

Prologue
Lara Croft lay on her back and stretched her naked, shapely body slowly and sensuously. A sleepy moan escaped her thick, luscious lips. Only a moment before, the first rays of the North African morning sun had stolen in through the opening of her tent like a peeping tom, and had awoken her. The comfortable warmth of the tent would soon give way to the stifling heat of Egypt in early summer. The Tomb Raider knew the local Arab crew she'd hired would arrive soon, and then she would be out in the hot North African sun, supervising her latest archeological project in the land of the Pharaohs.

Lara rubbed her dark brown eyes and rolled her tongue around in her mouth. She then slowly ran her hands down over her voluptuous but toned body. Her fingertips danced over her tanned skin. She had always preferred sleeping in the raw, and her frequent forays to steamy jungles or arid deserts in search of ancient treasure made the habit sensible. Lara gave her large breasts a gentle caress, then a squeeze. Her right hand continued its journey down her body, pausing to tease the trimmed patch of dark, downy hairs that adorned her sex. She moaned softly at the sensation of her fingers caressing her sensitive--and very moist--labia.

"Damn," she whispered, "it's been too long..."

The morning sun had interrupted a compelling erotic dream--more of a memory, really. It had been three months, three long, dry, tedious months since that night with the American billionaire in Rio. He'd been magnificent--tall, handsome, extremely well-built, and just a little mysterious--why would a rich man have so many scars on his body? Evidently he was also an adventurer like her, but he'd been reticent on the topic. Not that Lara minded; her interest in him was purely recreational, and he'd proven very skilled in that regard, and very intense as well. Lara took a deep breath and smiled lasciviously, remembering their night-long session of passionate love-making.
"Mmmm..." she purred, "I shall have to give Bruce a call when I'm done here." Lara pushed herself up to a sitting position on her cot. "Perhaps I'll invite him to London," she posited, thinking she could entice him with a night in the West End, taking in a play... then she shook her head and laughed softly as she thought of a much better way of tempting him to visit her.
Lara stood up and took three steps towards a canvas changing screen that also served as a room divider for her tent. Her long, braided ponytail swished against her naked ass as she walked. She reached for her clothing, her trademark tank top and shorts, which hung on the top edge of the screen. Suddenly Lara paused. Something wasn't right. Her gun belt should have been there as well, but it wasn't. The fog of sleep lifted from her mind in an instant, but it was an instant too late.
The screen suddenly tipped forwards, crashing into Lara and making her fall back. The beautiful English adventurer landed unceremoniously on her behind. The screen fell on top of her with a clatter, followed by two men who had been hiding behind it. Their combined weight trapped her beneath the canvas screen; only Lara's head, which was just above the top edge of the screen, remained free.

"What the bloody heMMMMPPHHH!!" Lara exclaimed as something soft and wet was placed over her lower face. Lara started to take a breath, but stopped, her brown eyes going wide, as she recognized the sickly-sweet scent of chloroform. She held her breath and struggled beneath the canvas and the weight of her attackers.
She looked up at the men who had attacked her; their heads were almost completely covered by the white headgear favored by the Taureg Bedouins of North Africa. Narrow gaps in the fabric wrapped around their heads revealed two pairs of dark, pitiless eyes.
"Take a breath and go back to sleep, you white whore," one of them muttered in Arabic. He pressed the chloroform-soaked rag tighter against her face. It completely covered her nose and mouth.
"GRRRMMPPHH!!" Lara growled, her eyes blazing with anger at the man's insulting remark. She struggled to get out from under the weight of the two men, and away from the chloroform. She tried to turn her head, but the man's grip was too strong. She managed to force one hand free from beneath the canvas screen, but the man's partner grabbed her wrist and held the arm down.
The Tomb Raider gave a frustrated whimper as she realized she could hold her breath no longer. She took a breath and immediately felt the effects of the sleeping drug. Her brown eyes rolled back into her head as her eyelids, with their long, dark lashes, fluttered helplessly. Her struggles grew weaker. Her jaw slackened. Still she tried to resist, tried to twist her head away from the fumes that would rob her of consciousness, but to no avail.
"HHHrrrrmmmm..." Lara moaned in despair as she took yet another breath of the incapacitating vapors. Her body ceased its struggling and became limp.
"Yes, that's it, white whore," the Bedouin hissed at her as he watched her eyelids grow heavy and her pupils dilating. "Breathe and sleep."
"Mmmpphh..." the Tomb Raider whimpered as she took one more breath of the chloroform. Her eyes closed and her head lolled to one side as consciousness left her.
The Bedouin lifted the chloroform-soaked rag from her face and nodded to his partner. They pushed themselves off of the collapsed canvas screen that had held the voluptuous Englishwoman beneath them. The two attackers lifted the screen from where it lay atop Lara's naked, unconscious body. She took a slow, shallow breath, which made her large breasts rise and fall gently on her chest. The two men stared at her curvaceous form, speechless in the face of such womanly beauty.
"Allah akbar!" one of them exclaimed. He reached beneath his robes to touch his cock, which had grown hard and erect as the beautiful Westerner had struggled beneath him.
The other man, the one who had wielded the chloroform, swatted at his partner's hand angrily. "Fool! Would you sully yourself with an infidel whore such as this?"
"My apologies, brother," the other muttered, though an angry and disappointed tone remained in his voice.
"Besides, we're being paid to subdue and deliver her, not to ravish and humiliate her," the obviously older man continued, his voice somewhat gentler while still retaining the tone of command. "I should imagine the man who hired us wants to reserve that pleasure for himself, no?"
"Of course, brother," the younger man said agreeably. "I wasn't thinking."
"Eh, you were thinking, little brother...but with your cock, as usual!" the older man said, then clapped his companion on the back good-naturedly. Both men laughed softly at his joke. "You have the ropes?"
"Of course," the younger man responded, retrieving several lengths of hemp from the ground behind him.
"Excellent. Let's get to work..."