Croft Tomb Raider in; Hard Labour
Written by Marcus
the desk of General Stefan Borax Procurator of the province
of Grava in East Kavakstan.
I have been asked by The Governing Board to compile this brief document using
selected excerpts from my diary concerning the treatment of the British
aristocrat Lady Lara Croft during her internment in this country on charges of
theft and espionage. Due to recent complaints from the United Kingdom.
In the summer of <redacted> the world famous adventuress and ‘Tomb
Raider’ Lady Lara Croft arrived in Kavakstan stating the purpose of her visit
at airport security boarder control as ‘pleasure’. However our secret police
had her closely monitored and soon discovered that she had ventured deep into
the uninhabited hinterlands, apparently exploring the ancient ruins of the
early pre Arian settlers. These ruins are expressly out of bounds. As not only
are they dangerous to the unwary tourist, but also may hold relics of
significant archaeological value.
Following a tip off she was detained at the airport as she was about to board
her return flight and several stolen artefacts of great historic worth were
discovered in her luggage. This is most serious offence. Miss Croft was
to swiftly learn the efficiency of Kavakstan Police and Judicial system. She
was striped and full body cavity search was performed before being whisked off
to a police cell. She was then brought before the local magistrate to be tried
in closed court. The verdict was never in doubt. She was found guilty and
sentenced to thirty years hard labour in Women's work camp #12.
My involvement in this case comes about because supervision of foreign national
prisoners falls under my jurisdiction. Previously there have been hardly any
European or American prisoners within our penal system... other than a few
inconsequential drugs dealers. But obviously Lady Lara Croft is by no means
inconsequential... Quite the contrary... It appeared that she is very well
connected indeed. For, in short order, I receive a personal visit from the
Council of the British Embassy, who wishes to discuss the details her case. He
begins lobbying for her release, or at the very least for a more lenient
sentence. Which I adamantly refuse to countenance. I explain to him that Lara
Croft is no holidaying tourist... she came to our country with the express
purpose of raping our beloved Kavakstan of its ancient cultural heritage. He
then goes on and on about our supposedly poor record on human rights and the
continual womanly wittering on by Amnesty International about conditions in our
work camps. I treat all this with the contempt it deserves. It is only when he
becomes irate at my steadfastness and raises the possibility of E.U. trade
sanctions that I realise that I have a problem on my hands. Fortunately, like
most weak willed capitalists, he is easily bribed. A simple offer of a
substantial personal gift from the always generous Kavakstan Government and he
is persuaded to quietly drop her case and look the other way. Lara Croft will
receive no further help from that quarter.
Meanwhile Her Ladyship herself was being processed and, as she was reputed to
be a great beauty, I decided to go down to the induction centre to judge that
for myself. As I arrived she had just finished having her prison identification
photo taken, holding up a board with her prison number and sentence on it. she
was indeed a striking woman; tall, perfectly sculptured, fine boned face, long
auburn hair done up in a long plat and with a voluptuous body barely contained
within her skimpy top and shorts.
I watched as she was taken through to have her head shaved. As all prisoners
have to have their hair close cropped for cleanliness reasons... and to prevent
the spread of head lice. Lara Croft did not at all seem to enjoy having some
rough female trustee running an electric clipper all over her skull, shearing
off all of her beautiful hair so that her famous platted ponytail ended up
amongst the clipping on the floor. (I later retrieved it for my personal
collection. Much like a matador taking a bull’s tail. You never know... coming
from so famous a person, it might one day be valuable.) With her head shorn she
looks completely different, and thoroughly miserable. How this must sting her
bloated western feminine vanity to be seen practically bald like this.
For the next stage of the admittance procedure she was instructed to strip
completely. She sullenly peeled off her clothes, which were taken from her and
place in a cardboard box. To be signed for, stored and returned to her up her
release... Many years from now!
I appraise her naked body with a view to her suitability for the work camp. And
decide that she is promising material. For a start she has obviously kept
herself in very good physical shape. Her body is lean, with broad shoulders,
well defined abdominals and well muscled thighs and buttocks. Yes... once she
has been thoroughly broken in we will get the work of a carthorse out of this
one.
She was then handed a pair of scuffed and decrepit looking work boots (the
property of another prisoner who unfortunately had recently perished of
exhaustion and was approximately the same shoe size.) Lara enquired where was
her prison uniform? She was informed that that was regarded as an unnecessary
expense. She seemed shocked by this news... obviously previously unaware that
she would be spending the next thirty years naked. She need not be too
concerned... work camp 12 is situated in the arid East West desert region where
temperatures regularly reach as high as forty degrees Celsius during midday.So
she might yet be grateful to be unencumbered with clothes. Of course there is
no saying what the roasting sun will do to that smooth soft skin.
Another thing it appeared Lara Croft had not anticipated is that all incoming
prisoners are branded with their own prison number. She is taken through to
another part of the prison where two burly guards hold her down over a wooden
stock whilst a third uses a red hot brand to scorch her prison I.D. number into
her big broad backside. It was a sight for an ardent anti-capitalist like me to
treasure forever. She did a great deal of screaming, struggling and fighting
but in the end she had to take the brand just the same as all the other
inmates. Poor Lara Croft... I almost felt a tiny twinge of pity for her,
she is so used to the idea of soft western prisons where conditions are like
holiday camps for fear of offending the inmates human rights (which by the way
explains why there is so much crime in Britain) all this harsh treatment must
has come as a big shock to Lara Croft. But this is prison! It’s not
supposed to be pleasant... It’s supposed to be a punishment... otherwise it
will be no deterrent.
She is trying hard not to cry... but the blistering pain of her brand will last
for days and has a way of loosening tears from every inmate. No matter how
tough they formerly considered themselves to be.
She is then fitted with a permanent slave collar, which will only come off upon
her release, and one of the camps’ thick leather work belts is tied around her
waist. Other than her ‘new’ boots this is the only item of clothing deemed
necessary. And then fitted with hand cuffs and leg irons which attach to the
belt a collar in preparation for her transportation to the work camp.
The camp is is about one hundred and fifteen miles away from the Police
Induction Centre (the camp and quarry are kept well away from any towns or
civilisation to deter snoopers. And to make escape doubly difficult.) So, still
hobbled by her transportation chains, I watch as Lara Croft is loaded into the
open toped back of a van along with several guards and transported to the camp
itself. Anyone seeing the truck pass that day would have seen the naked figure
of the world famous ‘Tomb Raider’ chained hand and foot surrounded by (probably
leering) guards. At the camp she disembarked, her chains were removed, but of
course her collar and work belt stayed on. She was taken to the Commandant’s
office and the routine of the camp was explained to her.
Every morning inmates arise at seven. They are taken through to the communal
showers and then served breakfast. Then they are marched to the different work
stations at the stone quarry to begin their daily work. At midday there is a
break for the main meal and then they returned to work until seven at night
when they are allowed to return to their sleeping pallets in the bunk house.
Any slacking or laziness during the day, or a failure to reach the required
work quota, would result in one of the guards whipping them. Was this all clear
to Lara? Did she understand what was expected of her? Apparently she did.
The next day I make the journey to Work Camp #12 myself to see how well my
charge was settling in...
I have a long chat with The Work Prison Commandant impressing upon him the
importance that nothing untoward was to happen to Lara Croft whilst in our
custody, as this might lead to potentially embarrassing political
repercussions. But that otherwise she was to be treated no different than other
prisoner. I am then taken out to the slate quarry pit face to see how she is
getting along.
I did not anticipate that she would have any problems breaking rocks at the
stone face. After all, she's an archaeologist... She should be used to digging
shouldn’t she?
And there she was; a tall, big titted naked woman indistinguishable from most
of the other women in the camp. Sweating and grunting away as she swung her
heavy pick axe up and down. What a gratifyingly just sight. What a pity that
the downtrodden proletarian masses of Great Britain cannot see her now. How it
would gladden their hearts to see a member of the parasitic aristocratic class
forced to do a hard day’s work for once in her life. How they would laugh
watching her toiling and sweating away under the hot sun and getting
blisters... a whip cracking across her back or buttocks the second she slows
down.
seen to it that Lady Lara Croft has been successfully
inducted into the prison’s systemic routine and care I take my car back to my
office write out a report to my superiors and call it a day.
<Appended comment ;>
One of the camp practices which has most drawn criticism from foreign busy body
human rights organisations is that of the female inmates whoring themselves out
to the guards.
This occurs because the provision for the daily meal is barely nutritionally
adequate (and very unappetising.) so, if they wish to maintain their strength
and acquire the extra protein and vitamin pills needed to accomplish their
daily work load it is necessary for the inmates to barter these precious items
from the guards. And, of course, something is expected in return. This is
discreetly regarded as one of the main bonuses of working in a women camp, and
helps, to a small extent, to compensate for the long hours, boredom and low
pay.
Lara Croft soon adapts to this system. Although, at first, she adamantly
refuses to degrade herself by selling her body for food... she soon realises
that without these added supplements she will not survive. And a survivor is
what at heart she is. So soon she is fucking the guards just like all the rest.
Indeed so spectacularly good is she at this (as befits a decadent western slut
with low morals and access to the internet.) that she is soon one of the most
popular fucks in the whole camp. Any more successful and she would start to
grow fat. Needless to say this has not endeared her to any of the other female
prisoners... but so far any that have attempted to beat her up have come off
decidedly worse.
Six months after Lara Croft’s
initial induction.
My superiors were initially very nervous concerning the Lara Croft case, and in
truth their fears were largely justified as Lara Croft did indeed turn out to
be a most problematic prisoner. The Commandant weekly reports inform me that
she has been involved in several scuffles with other prisoners and indeed two
serious fights with the guards ( Lady Croft acquitted herself quite well...
until subdued with nightsticks and superior numbers, putting three men in
hospital. One with crushed testicles.) She alleges sexual molestation...
Nothing to do with her acquiring extra rations by selling her sexual favours
you understand...this seems to be more a case of opportunistic high spirits on
the part of the guards (I would suggest they be reprimanded.. but by all
accounts they have suffered enough.) She also complains about the food... the
sleeping quarters and the toilet facilities. (Admittedly very basic.) I tell
the Commandant to put her on half rations for a month and the complaints and
misbehaviour subsequently subside.
Five year review of case file
‘Lara Croft’;
I am sorry to report that Lara Croft continued to have problems adjusting to
prison life. I am informed that she has attempted to escape twice. Each time
she has been recaptured. (A naked woman on foot is an easy enough quarry to
track down.) Both times she has been severely flogged for her misbehaviour and
warned that if she tries it again she will be shot. This seems to have had the
effect of finally instilling some obedience in her. She has also become
pregnant by one of the guards and, as per standard procedure, she has been
sterilised to prevent this happening in the future. For the last six months or
so I am glad to note that the Commandant reports no fresh incidents or problems
with her. And so I believe that she has finally become resigned to her fate.
Addendum
Any hopes that Lara Croft would remain a model prisoner have turned out to be
slightly premature. She has just been caught trying to smuggle a letter,
detailing her various grievances, out of the camp with the hope this might
somehow find its way to the British Embassy. Lara is severely reprimanded for
this breach of trust and given a stark ultimatum over her choice of punishment
for this latest offence. She can either submit to another flogging... or fuck
all the guards in the camp. Sensibly Lara chooses the latter option.
The camp has a staff of ninety men, working in three shift patterns of thirty
each. At the end of each shift they are lined up and Lara is brought before
them. A few hospital mattresses have been placed upon on the ground behind her
to simulate a bed. She then has to perform whatever sex act each guard requests
of her.
Lara worked her way through all of them eventually and it is a tribute both to
her passion and her stamina that The Commandant reports he received not one
single complaint from any guard of a poor or unsatisfactory performance by Lara
Croft upon the completion of this assignment. Quite the reverse in fact... If
this were an Olympic sport Lara would certainly be up amongst the medal winners.
<note> her cynical western misapprehension that
we might be ashamed of how prisoners are treated in Kavakstan is of
course completely unfounded. We are completely scrupulous and ethical in our
treatment. She need only have asked and I would have delivered her letter of
complaint myself.
I read through Lara's confiscated letter carefully, Lara is such a spoilt
little bitch... a born complainer. And then, as she would have wished, I hand
it over to the Counsel Official that, as I had previously mentioned, I had come
to such a good understanding with. He promises to see to it that it her letter
is safely filed away and that the matter be pursed with all the efficiency and
alacrity that the British Foreign Office has become famous for. At the same
time I hand the counsel over full footage of her sex marathon punishment as he
was very anxious to view this for himself. (I allow him to keep a copy as
‘corroborative evidence’. For which he is extremely grateful.) Indeed I study
the video few times carefully myself. (It still has pride of place in my DVD
collection to this day.) And I must say that viewing this performance by Lara
as she works her way through this gauntlet of guards is stirring stuff! Lara is
thirty four now, and she appears to be in her physical prime. her perfect body
is tanned a rich golden brown, her hair still cropped short, She attacks each
mans request with gusto and having satisfied (and exhausted ) one, swiftly
moves onto the next. Lara shows what appears to be almost super human endurance
during this ordeal. She is quite a remarkable woman... and one hell of a good
fuck!
As requested a copy was also forwarded to the Governing Board where it was
fully and painstakingly reviewed and considered to be such exemplary evidence
of the merits of our disciplinary system that three months later Lara was
ordered to do the same thing all again. Which she promptly did. Even better
than last time according to some of the lucky recipients of her attentions. By
now I imagine Lara is thoroughly sick of men... but the men feel quite
differently about her. As far as they were concerned Christmas had just come
early. (If indeed we still celebrated that inefficient antiquated Christian
festival in Kavakstan that is.)
Ten year report ‘Lara Croft’
file;
It is ten years to the day since Lara Croft was inducted into our prison
system... and The Commandant’s reports have become boringly dull. So I decide
to check on her myself. I arrive at the work camp and am escorted out to the section
of the slate quarry that she is working in. With their close cropped heads,
tanned skins and whip marked bodies it is difficult to tell the prisoners
apart. I only finally identify Lara Croft by the prison number tattooed upon
her large ass. Physically she has greatly changed. As I watch her staggering
across the barren dusty ground carrying a yoke filled with two large sacks of
stones I am impressed by her physical strength and indeed am informed by the
team supervisor that Lara is considered to be one of their strongest workers. I
spend time watching her, her body seems bulkier and less defined than I
remember. The years of hard labour have given her brawny arms, a broad backside
and tree trunk legs. The sleek muscles of a gymnast have been replaced by the
stolid flesh of a work horse... now she resembles far more a burly peasant
woman than an aristocrat. But her breasts still seem full and firm, her skin is
burned brown by the hot sun and all in all she seems in remarkably good health.
After ten years Lara has become completely institutionalised and I would doubt
very much if she thinks about, or even remembers, much of her previous life
these days. As I predicted we would we have transformed the famous Lara Croft
into just another dumb beast of burden.
I watch as she is assigned to pushing the large fully
filled mine wagon along the rail track which transport the stone to the loading
area (usually a two woman job I am reliably informed.) and find that I cannot
help but admire the powerful muscles of her arms, buttocks and thick thighs...
what a magnificent sight. Indeed over the next few days I often find myself
reminiscing about Lara Croft’s naked body (particularly that well whipped
muscular arse and thighs quivering with effort.) The images stay so vividly in
my mind that I find that, upon my next visit to the state registered officer’s
brothel, I am drawn to ordering a well built prostitute who resembles her
closely.
Lara Croft interterm report
fifteenth year stage;
During my inspection of work camp 12 I always make a point of calling in the
guards mess and having a few drinks and a joke with the men. Just to show that,
even though these days I am a high ranking officer in the military government,
I am still one of them at heart. This day the conversation turns to Lara Croft
who, after all, is the main reason I still have to regularly call into this
miserable work camp as part of my official duties. From the ribald banter
around the table I am surprised to learn that, even though now in her early
forties, Lara is still regarded as one of the best cock sucking whores in the
camp, and a personal favourite with many of the men, some of whom seem to hold
her in genuine affection.
This piques my curiosity. So on my rounds I have the the camp supervisor point
her out so that I can try her for myself. We come across Lara still busily
breaking rocks and I take the time to asses her... as a man. I decided that
yes... she is indeed still an sexually attractive woman, The cropped hair makes
her face look older than it is, and she has thickened a bit around waist and
thighs, and her large breasts have sagged noticeably... but never the less
there are women her age in brothels which don’t look half as good. She is
beckoned over to service me. This will be the first time that I have interacted
closely with the subject (she doesn't recognise me.) But without comment, if
with a sullen look on her face, she obediently kneels down unzips me and
massaging me skilfully to to tumescence, places my cock in her mouth and begins
licking and sucking. The sensation of the warm smooth lips moving up and down
my shaft and her hot breath upon my engorged glans is very pleasant, she was
indeed a very skilful cock sucker, as in truth she ought to be... after all she
has had fifteen years of practice. I wonder how many times a day the guards
avail themselves of her services? Soon Lara has received two gifts from me that
day. One a mouthful of hot cum. the other a large bar of chocolate as reward
for a job well done.
So enjoyable was the experience that, after I return to my office, I found you
my surprise that the memories of it were interfering with my concentration and
that I was itching to repeat it. Perhaps it was the knowledge that I had
debased a western capitalist woman. One who used to to stand at the very apex
of their corrupt society to boot, a member of the over privileged exploitative
upper-class (so wisely liquidated in our own glorious country.) that added an
extra frisson to the experience? Who knows? Anyway, over the next several
months I found myself making various excuses to visit the camp with the express
purpose of indulging in a blow job from Lara until eventually the novelty
faded.
Annual report subject Lara Croft;
It is now Twenty five years since Lara Croft was first convicted and the bulk
of her sentence has by now been served. For me these have been twenty five good
years of promotion and recognition... fine wine, good food and the pleasant
company of beautiful women, as befits a loyal and hard working official of The
Supreme military council.
But not not so for Ms. Croft! On a recent visit to the work camp, as I observed
her straining to pushing a cart laden to the brim with heavy quarry stones, a
foreman diligently whipping her to make her work harder, I sadly noted that
Lara’s physical condition has deteriorated considerably over the past ten years
or so as age has started to set in.
For example, it is now obviously far more of a physical effort for her to push
the stone wagons than it was when I so vividly remember her doing so fifteen
years ago. All the intervening years of relentless back breaking toil have left
their mark. She looks old and fat and her skin is criss-crossed with the scars
of the whip... some very old, some new. Her breasts dangle down like a cows’
udders, sagging around her waist. (Well, that is inevitably what gravity will
do to a big titted woman if she doesn't wear a support bra for twenty five
years.) and the flesh on her ass, thighs and around her waist looks loose and
flabby. Also there are now more than a few grey hairs grizzling her short
auburn crop. This is inconsequential. At Work Camp #12 we do not concern
ourselves with one woman’s vanity. Here she must appear as she really is.
Without any artificial cosmetic aids. We do not provide our prisoners with the
luxury of hair dye.. And neither do we offer breast reductions, bottom lifts or
tummy tucks to rejuvenate the middle age figure.
A brief conversation with the guards confirms what I had already suspected,
that these days, despite her desperate pleas, few guards bother to avail
themselves of Lara’s faded sexual charms. And as a consequence she is starting
to go without the extra food and vitamins she needs to keep on working. (The
camp dentist also informs me that, as a result of bad nutrition, she has
started to lose her teeth.)
It appears that is only out of pity that she is occasionally given gifts of
vitamin pills, extra bread, fruit and chocolate by the guards (it has always
amused me to note in the past that, although the camp guards are on the whole
cruel sub human brutes, they can still, on occasion, be remarkably sentimental.
For example here, even though, for the last twenty five years, they have been
repeatedly beating and raping this woman, yet they can still feel enough
residual affection towards her to feed her scraps of food. Seemly out of
nothing but a genuine concern for her well being.)
Lara Croft case closing report
I had completely forgotten about Lara Croft until a memo in my ‘in’ tray
informs me that her release date is due shortly. So when I make my regular
monthly visit to the work camp I enquire about the prisoner and, to my
surprise, I am informed that after all this time she is still alive! There
are very few men, let alone women, who manage to survive thirty years in
Kavakstan work camp. In fact so remarkable is this news that I take a walk out
to the quarry to see Lara in the flesh. Regretfully I have to report there is
not much flesh remaining. A recent bout of dysentery has decimated the camp’s
elderly population and although Lara has somehow managed to survive this she is
now little more than skin and bones, her thin hair now turned completely white.
It is indeed fortunate for her that she is to be released soon, as I estimated
she could not last another two months in her current condition.
I decided to play few little practical jokes upon Ms Lara Croft before we go
our separate ways; just to ensure that her lesson has been ingrained in her and
we have no further trouble from her in the future. I gathering together several
of the guards (some of whom were not even born when Lara first arrived
at the camp) and encourage them to go and ‘beast’ Lara; like the punishment
handed out to toughen up recruits in our invincible Kavakstan army.
The guards set to; gathering around Lara... mocking
her, pointing out how old and wrinkled she is, and laughing at her floppy empty
breasts and skinny backside and legs ( it would be academic for Lara to point
out what a fantastic body she had in her prime, when she first arrived at the
work camp.) Then they have her working double time. Fetching and carrying heavy
stones to load up a wagon. In her current enervated condition it is not long
before Lara collapses sobbing to the ground with exhaustion and the men crowd
round her shouting at her to get up and how she’s going to be punished for
being such a lazy old grandmama.
On an interesting note; this incident was brought to an end when old B’jan (a
loyal old Kavakstan war veteran and exemplary guard, who has been at the camp
since before Lara was admitted.) broke it up and sent the young rapscallions on
their way with a piece of his mind. He then picked up the skinny Lara Croft,
who apparently lay sobbing in his arms and clinging to him, and took her to the
infirmary to be checked out. Which I can’t help but interpret as the gallant
act of a gentleman rescuing his old ‘girl friend’. Like is said ‘sentimental’.
The next morning a still exhausted Lara Croft is collected by two guards and
escorted to The Commandant’s office .she appears terrified... as well she
might. No one is ever summoned to The Commandants office to be told good news.
But in this case it is different. Made to stand in front of The Commandants
desk, flanked by the two guards, Lara is informed that tomorrow marks the date
of the end of her sentence and that she will be released and allowed to go home
to England. Lara gasps and sags to her knees with a look almost of
beatification upon her face. Obviously she had long ago lost track of time so
this is very welcome news to her indeed. She remains on her knees sobbing out
her gratitude and thanks.
The commandant allows the good news to fully sink in and then, as I had
previously suggested, he dashes her hopes by mentioning that due to early
infractions which have still been kept current on her record... the board is
considering extending her sentence by another two years. Lara is horror struck!
The look of shock and terror on her face is a picture! She knows in her
present state of health this is a death sentence. And is led away hysterically
pleading for leniency. To think in the west this woman was once regard as some
sort of super heroine!... if only they could see her now! She would have
gladly licked the Commandant’s boots clean for the slightest show of mercy. Her
fears are groundless anyway... we fully intend to release her on the ‘morrow. I
just thought it would be a good idea to drive home to Lara the consequences of
her previous bad behaviour. And so she spends a sleepless night gibbering in
fear in case we decided to extend her sentence. But in the morning she is
brought into the office and her mind is set to rest as she is given the good
news that she is finally free to leave.
Her slave collar is struck off and her old clothes and possessions are returned
to her (after thirty years) as is the law. It is however unfortunate that, all
those years ago, Lara did not elect to wear a bra... as now her empty paps are
plainly visible dangling well below the hem of her cropped top. They looked
ridiculous! Indeed I was much gratified to see that the woman escorted
shuffling from the prison gates was all in all just a pitiable shadow of her
former self. All of her youth and beauty sucked out of her by many years of
deprivation, exposure and back breaking toil. No one could have recognise that
broken old woman as the world famous Lara Croft; Tomb Raider.
However, she has done her time and justice decrees that she was now free to be
deported back to England where she can return to her luxuriant mansion. But she
would forever serve as a living example to the rest of the world of the strict
regime of criminal punishment metered out by the Kavakstan judicial system.
All hail the glorious Peoples’ Republic of Kavakstan!
Report ends