Neilcroft
15-03-09, 02:23
hey folks,
since the first collaboration was an apparent hit, here is another one.
MIDNIGHT VISIT and, again Lady Young Lara Croft is providing the art.
comments about the story and the art is welcome. enjoy and without
further ado:
MIDNIGHT VISIT
by Neil Burns (Neilcroft)
artwork by Young Lara Croft
PG-13/Rish (?)
It was a dark rainy evening and a loud clap of thunder awoke Alex
West from a restful sleep. As he stirred, he found that he was
completely immobilized. He also found he could not make a sound
either as it seemed something blocked his mouth. Suddenly, the light
went on and Alex looked at the mirror ceiling and saw that the covers
were removed, revealing UNIVERSITY OF MIAMI boxers, and that
he was tied to the bed and gagged with duct tape. He also saw that
the clock on the bedside table read midnight. A low, throaty laugh
caught his attention and he turned to it. Standing by the door,
voluptuous, athletic figure poured into a skintight, black, rubber
footed catsuit and features set in a canary-eating cat grin was one
Lara Croft.
"Oh, Mr. West!" she cooed in a dead-on Southern accent. "I am just
your biggest fan. Would y'all be a dear and sign this lovely steaming
pile of bull**** that you have written?"
She folded her arms and placed her hand underneath her chin as if
she was thinking.
"Oh, yes." the Raider's voice resumed its posh Buckinghamshire
accent. "I forgot. I am using the pages to line my new cat's litter
box. Only use for it."
She walked over and mounted her American rival/sometime lover
and nestle her bottom gently against his groin. Lara then leaned
forward, arms folded on his chest, face inches from his. She began
to rub her bottom back and forth against Alex's groin for good
measure.
http://i41.tinypic.com/2q9kr34.jpg
"Of course, I suppose it would make good reading in the
loo or I could wipe my arse with it. Appropriate use for the bloody
thing."
Alex protested, but the tape muffled every word. Lara lazily stroked
his cheek as a number of nasty fantasies paraded through her mind.
"Oh, Alexander Jonathan West," she purred. "Whatever are we going
to do with you? You look so cute and yummy all tied up and helpless
I could eat you all up. We have been naughty, haven't we?"
Another throaty laugh tickled Alex's ears as Lara again slowly and
cruelly rubbed her bottom against his hardening groin, eliciting a
soft moan.
"I must say that I am sad, Alex." Lara mock pouted. "I told you that
if you cross me, we can't remain friends. Yet, you do just that. I give
you my love, yet you betray me. You shack up with another bimbo
who will sleep with you. You steal what I work my arse off to find, at
great personal risk, mind you, and sell it to the highest bidder. Why?
Tell me. Does my love mean nothing to you?"
Suddenly, the playfully wicked Lara disappeared almost immediately
as her features hardened and her eyes narrowed to chocolate slits as
she slapped Alex hard across the face. Alex protested the sudden
slap as Lara fixed him with a glare that made the Arctic Circle seem like
a summer breeze.
"Tell me, Alex," she demanded. "What exactly does my love mean to
you? Where do we stand? Does my love hold any significanace or am
I just another ****toy to you? A pretty plaything to amuse yourself
and throw in the dustbin when you are bored? Exactly what the ****
am I to you, Alex!"
As she glared at Alex, the Tomb Raider thought back to that morning
when she was in the bookstore, killing time. She came across Alex's
book THE RAIDING LIFE, where he mentioned rising to prominence
under the watchful tutelge of Lord Richard Helingshley Croft. The
many digs he was on and the numerous artifacts he discovered. Of
course, he failed to mention that Lara visited those digs and his
"discoveries" were usually stolen and sold to the highest bidder,
thus affording him a comfortable living. Even worse, he would go on
ARCHEOLOGY KIDS, a children's show teaching the beauty of ancient
cultures, and lie about his discoveries.
"Tell me, Alex," the Raider demanded after a lengthy silence. "Just
how stupid do you think people are? Do you really think they would
buy this BULL**** about being the secone coming of Indiana Jones?
I hate to disillusion you, love, but my father would have absolutely
nothing to do with you. Both you and I know you steal what I find
and sell it to the highest bidder. Can we say 'prayer wheels', boys
and girls? Now you say that you supposedly have found the funeral
mask of Princess Xiao Lo Fa when we both know you stole it from
my hotel room in Berlin last week."
A fingerless gloved hand grabbed Alex's hair and tilted his head
so he looked its owner in her chocolate eyes.
"How much, Alex?" Lara demanded. "How much is Simon Powers
paying you to give him the mask?"
Suddenly, the cruel grin that was on her face earlier returned as
she once again began to rub her bottom slowly and teasingly against
Alex's groin, purring like a tiger cornering her prey. She licked her
lips as she loosened her grip on Alex's hair and began stroking his
cheek.
"Of course, if you told me," she cooed, kissing Alex's nose, "I may
forgive you. We are friends after all." A sardonic tone colored the
'friends'. "I mean, I am not a complete *****."
Alex laughed, despite the gag and a muffle 'Bull****!' could be
heard. Lara chuckled as she patted his cheek.
"I'm not. I'm a *****, yes, but not a complete *****. That's Natla
or Amanda. Anyway, where is the mask and how much is Powers
paying you?"
Alex gave no response, but Lara smiled as she knew the mask was
in the wall safe in the American's den and the combination she got
from a drunken Alex one night.
"Of course, you might want to print a retraction on your novel and
apologize for the lies you wrote. Or at least, have the decency to
sell it as fiction."
Alex protested vehemently, despite the duct tape covering his mouth,
that he would do no such thing and that the book was fine the way
it was. Of course, Lara knew she would probably have to go on
ARCHEOLOGY KIDS and straighten everything out.
"Something else bothers me," she mused. "I am sure you and the
perverts got a good laugh seeing me naked."
Alex had to chuckle at that. He actually thought that Bryce would
actually hold his ground and refuse to do the dare out of self-
preservation and out of respect for the Tomb Raider.
"Please tell me that stupid dare was not your idea."
A muffled 'Hutton' answered the Raider's question.
"It sounds like either 'Larson' or 'Hutton'. Since Mr. Larson is not
smart enough to tie his own shoes, I will go with Mr. Hutton. Bryce
got off easy you know. Four months of foot massages and being
my human target. If that were you, you would be either in intensive
care or in the morgue."
'I don't doubt that', Alex thought. Suddenly, Lara took a large
commando knife from her gunbelt and cut the rope tying Alex's right
hand and held it while placing the knife in it.
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"Here's the knife," she smiled. "I'm trusting you to wait until I'm gone
before you free yourself. I enjoyed our little chat. It gave us a chance
to clear a few things up. I do like you, Alex. You are a good man, but
you need to make smarter decisions. Not ones based on your getting
paid and **** all to everyone else."
The Tomb Raider kissed Alex's cheek and stroked. She then got off
and walked to the door. When she got there, she turned around and
smiled at her rival.
"That chapter about me was very flattering. I guess we do have a
like/hate relationship. Goodnight, Alex."
She blew him a kiss and left. Alex waited a few minutes before
freeing himself. He then jumped off the bed and ran down the hall,
cursing his humiliation and vowing revenge. He wondered how the
hell Lara got in and how the hell she knew about the mask. Alex ran
into the study where he saw the safe open and empty. There was
a note and a check on the desk. The check was made out to Alex
in the amount of twenty million dollars. Twice was Simon Powers
was paying him. He did not bother with the note, knowig that Lara
was probably gloating about stealing the mask. He simply punched
a number on his cellphone and left a message in Simon Power's
voicemail. Alex chuckled as he left the study and returned to bed.
http://i42.tinypic.com/96f9sn.jpg
"Enjoy you laugh, Croft," he smiled. "Just remember. Payback is
a *****!"
THE END
another done and some more wonderful artwork from our Young Lara
Croft. please comment and there will be more on the way. peace.:D
since the first collaboration was an apparent hit, here is another one.
MIDNIGHT VISIT and, again Lady Young Lara Croft is providing the art.
comments about the story and the art is welcome. enjoy and without
further ado:
MIDNIGHT VISIT
by Neil Burns (Neilcroft)
artwork by Young Lara Croft
PG-13/Rish (?)
It was a dark rainy evening and a loud clap of thunder awoke Alex
West from a restful sleep. As he stirred, he found that he was
completely immobilized. He also found he could not make a sound
either as it seemed something blocked his mouth. Suddenly, the light
went on and Alex looked at the mirror ceiling and saw that the covers
were removed, revealing UNIVERSITY OF MIAMI boxers, and that
he was tied to the bed and gagged with duct tape. He also saw that
the clock on the bedside table read midnight. A low, throaty laugh
caught his attention and he turned to it. Standing by the door,
voluptuous, athletic figure poured into a skintight, black, rubber
footed catsuit and features set in a canary-eating cat grin was one
Lara Croft.
"Oh, Mr. West!" she cooed in a dead-on Southern accent. "I am just
your biggest fan. Would y'all be a dear and sign this lovely steaming
pile of bull**** that you have written?"
She folded her arms and placed her hand underneath her chin as if
she was thinking.
"Oh, yes." the Raider's voice resumed its posh Buckinghamshire
accent. "I forgot. I am using the pages to line my new cat's litter
box. Only use for it."
She walked over and mounted her American rival/sometime lover
and nestle her bottom gently against his groin. Lara then leaned
forward, arms folded on his chest, face inches from his. She began
to rub her bottom back and forth against Alex's groin for good
measure.
http://i41.tinypic.com/2q9kr34.jpg
"Of course, I suppose it would make good reading in the
loo or I could wipe my arse with it. Appropriate use for the bloody
thing."
Alex protested, but the tape muffled every word. Lara lazily stroked
his cheek as a number of nasty fantasies paraded through her mind.
"Oh, Alexander Jonathan West," she purred. "Whatever are we going
to do with you? You look so cute and yummy all tied up and helpless
I could eat you all up. We have been naughty, haven't we?"
Another throaty laugh tickled Alex's ears as Lara again slowly and
cruelly rubbed her bottom against his hardening groin, eliciting a
soft moan.
"I must say that I am sad, Alex." Lara mock pouted. "I told you that
if you cross me, we can't remain friends. Yet, you do just that. I give
you my love, yet you betray me. You shack up with another bimbo
who will sleep with you. You steal what I work my arse off to find, at
great personal risk, mind you, and sell it to the highest bidder. Why?
Tell me. Does my love mean nothing to you?"
Suddenly, the playfully wicked Lara disappeared almost immediately
as her features hardened and her eyes narrowed to chocolate slits as
she slapped Alex hard across the face. Alex protested the sudden
slap as Lara fixed him with a glare that made the Arctic Circle seem like
a summer breeze.
"Tell me, Alex," she demanded. "What exactly does my love mean to
you? Where do we stand? Does my love hold any significanace or am
I just another ****toy to you? A pretty plaything to amuse yourself
and throw in the dustbin when you are bored? Exactly what the ****
am I to you, Alex!"
As she glared at Alex, the Tomb Raider thought back to that morning
when she was in the bookstore, killing time. She came across Alex's
book THE RAIDING LIFE, where he mentioned rising to prominence
under the watchful tutelge of Lord Richard Helingshley Croft. The
many digs he was on and the numerous artifacts he discovered. Of
course, he failed to mention that Lara visited those digs and his
"discoveries" were usually stolen and sold to the highest bidder,
thus affording him a comfortable living. Even worse, he would go on
ARCHEOLOGY KIDS, a children's show teaching the beauty of ancient
cultures, and lie about his discoveries.
"Tell me, Alex," the Raider demanded after a lengthy silence. "Just
how stupid do you think people are? Do you really think they would
buy this BULL**** about being the secone coming of Indiana Jones?
I hate to disillusion you, love, but my father would have absolutely
nothing to do with you. Both you and I know you steal what I find
and sell it to the highest bidder. Can we say 'prayer wheels', boys
and girls? Now you say that you supposedly have found the funeral
mask of Princess Xiao Lo Fa when we both know you stole it from
my hotel room in Berlin last week."
A fingerless gloved hand grabbed Alex's hair and tilted his head
so he looked its owner in her chocolate eyes.
"How much, Alex?" Lara demanded. "How much is Simon Powers
paying you to give him the mask?"
Suddenly, the cruel grin that was on her face earlier returned as
she once again began to rub her bottom slowly and teasingly against
Alex's groin, purring like a tiger cornering her prey. She licked her
lips as she loosened her grip on Alex's hair and began stroking his
cheek.
"Of course, if you told me," she cooed, kissing Alex's nose, "I may
forgive you. We are friends after all." A sardonic tone colored the
'friends'. "I mean, I am not a complete *****."
Alex laughed, despite the gag and a muffle 'Bull****!' could be
heard. Lara chuckled as she patted his cheek.
"I'm not. I'm a *****, yes, but not a complete *****. That's Natla
or Amanda. Anyway, where is the mask and how much is Powers
paying you?"
Alex gave no response, but Lara smiled as she knew the mask was
in the wall safe in the American's den and the combination she got
from a drunken Alex one night.
"Of course, you might want to print a retraction on your novel and
apologize for the lies you wrote. Or at least, have the decency to
sell it as fiction."
Alex protested vehemently, despite the duct tape covering his mouth,
that he would do no such thing and that the book was fine the way
it was. Of course, Lara knew she would probably have to go on
ARCHEOLOGY KIDS and straighten everything out.
"Something else bothers me," she mused. "I am sure you and the
perverts got a good laugh seeing me naked."
Alex had to chuckle at that. He actually thought that Bryce would
actually hold his ground and refuse to do the dare out of self-
preservation and out of respect for the Tomb Raider.
"Please tell me that stupid dare was not your idea."
A muffled 'Hutton' answered the Raider's question.
"It sounds like either 'Larson' or 'Hutton'. Since Mr. Larson is not
smart enough to tie his own shoes, I will go with Mr. Hutton. Bryce
got off easy you know. Four months of foot massages and being
my human target. If that were you, you would be either in intensive
care or in the morgue."
'I don't doubt that', Alex thought. Suddenly, Lara took a large
commando knife from her gunbelt and cut the rope tying Alex's right
hand and held it while placing the knife in it.
http://i39.tinypic.com/2dmii36.jpg
"Here's the knife," she smiled. "I'm trusting you to wait until I'm gone
before you free yourself. I enjoyed our little chat. It gave us a chance
to clear a few things up. I do like you, Alex. You are a good man, but
you need to make smarter decisions. Not ones based on your getting
paid and **** all to everyone else."
The Tomb Raider kissed Alex's cheek and stroked. She then got off
and walked to the door. When she got there, she turned around and
smiled at her rival.
"That chapter about me was very flattering. I guess we do have a
like/hate relationship. Goodnight, Alex."
She blew him a kiss and left. Alex waited a few minutes before
freeing himself. He then jumped off the bed and ran down the hall,
cursing his humiliation and vowing revenge. He wondered how the
hell Lara got in and how the hell she knew about the mask. Alex ran
into the study where he saw the safe open and empty. There was
a note and a check on the desk. The check was made out to Alex
in the amount of twenty million dollars. Twice was Simon Powers
was paying him. He did not bother with the note, knowig that Lara
was probably gloating about stealing the mask. He simply punched
a number on his cellphone and left a message in Simon Power's
voicemail. Alex chuckled as he left the study and returned to bed.
http://i42.tinypic.com/96f9sn.jpg
"Enjoy you laugh, Croft," he smiled. "Just remember. Payback is
a *****!"
THE END
another done and some more wonderful artwork from our Young Lara
Croft. please comment and there will be more on the way. peace.:D