Truth Or Dare

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Truth Or Dare
Topic Started: Feb 7 2009, 10:29 PM (176 Views)
Neilmoon	Feb 7 2009, 10:29 PM Post #1
New Raider Posts: 20 Group: Members Member #32 Joined: Jan 31, 2009 Your favorite TR? TR:A Male or Female Male	TRUTH OR DARE by Neil Burns (Neilmoon) PG-13 minor references "BRYCE!" Hilary Winston heard the Lady of the Manor, Lara Croft, bellow as he approached the stairs carrying a tray with tea and a plate of scones. He saw Lara's technical wizard Christian Bryce sprinting down the stairs holding a digital camera and with a very guilty expression on his face. The tech grabbed a scone and ran toward the back of Manor. A few minutes later, a very wet and irate Tomb Raider stormed down the stairs wrapped in a towel. "A bit overdressed this morning, Lady Croft?" Winston smiled. "No, Hilary," Lara returned the smile. "Bryce thought it would be terribly amusing to catch me coming out of the shower and take my picture." "Ah, the mystery is solved. I saw Master Bryce not a moment ago run down the stairs, take one of your scones and run out the back, I believe the Americans say, 'like a bat out of hell'. He had a rather guilty expression on his face and he was holding his camera." "Bryce is going to eat that bloody camera. I can't imagine why he would do this. Kurtis. Larson. Alex. Even Terry. I can see them doing it, but not Bryce." "I'm sure there is a logical explanation for Master Bryce's behavior." "Good." Lara took a scone and began eating it. "He can explain before I rip him limb from limb." A couple scones and a good cup or two of tea later, Lara had calmed down and was now logically mapping out the slowest and most painful way for a certain tech to meet his end. Suddenly, a thought crossed her mind as she took another scone. She gestured Winston to take one for himself. "Of course, I could make him my human target." She smiled cruelly. "Really?" Winston replied, brightening before feign a cough, "I mean that is rather disappointing, but I am certain I can live with it. " He was not disappointed in the slightest. "Well, right now, I feel like shooting something and Bryce isn't here. Have Zip set up Simon. I'll be down in about ten minutes. Twenty minutes later, clad in a black tanktop and black tights, Lara ran barefoot through the simulation, darting between statues, columns and saracouphaguses, while the robot fired round after round from newly installed guns. The Raider ducked behind a statue and managed to get off a sporadic round or two before taking cover. "It would seem," Winston observed, "that Master Bryce has 'stepped it up'?" "No shit, Sherlock," Zip retorted. "You alive, Lara?" "Yes I am, thank you for asking," Lara replied, panting. "Winston is right. Bryce is actually giving me a challenge. Very invigorating." "Well, he did say he had a surpise or two to install while you and West were farting around in Thailand. They should appear any moment now." "Well, Bryce. Let's see what you got." She stole a look and her mouth dropped at seeing four identical clones of her. From the French plait to the gunbelts to the fingerless gloves. Every detail was exact. At first glance, the "Lara" clones appeared to be nude, but a closer look showed they were wearing full-body, footless bodysuits that were flesh-colored and skintight to the point of being almost painted on. "Hello," Zip quipped. "That's unexpected." "It would seem Master Bryce has a fascination with you, Lady Croft." Winston wryly observed. "You don't say," Lara retorted. The clones spotted the Raider and all four raised their guns and began firing away, forcing her to seek shelter in another part of the tomb. Lara fired as she sprinted toward a saracophagus. She waited for them to approach as she collected herself. As the closest one neared, she jumped up and engaged it in hand to hand combat. Many long minutes later, Lara stood over the clones tired but victorious. The clones smiled as they got up. Suddenly, four pairs of gun barrels poked out of the clones' nipples. Lara's eyes widened and she barely had time to take off and find cover as the "Laras" opened fire, their smiles now blood-dripping grins. "Wow," Zip whistled. "Oh my," Winston mused. "One word about breasts or guns," Lara growled, "and I will personally rip your tongues out." "I wouldn't dream of it, Lady Croft." the butler smiled. "My lips are sealed, Boss Lady." "Mr. Bryce and I are going to have a long talk when he returns from wherever he is." "I hate to be in his shoes." "They seemed to have stopped firing." Lara risked a peek. "Oh, for the love of God!" The clones' nether regions opened and rocket poked out. The Raider barely got out from behind her cover before four rockets obliterated it. This went on for another ten minutes or so. Lara hid behind a throne, panting and ed off. "Crotch rockets!" she snarled. "Oh, very amusing, Bryce! Perhaps you would like it if I shoved one of those rockets up your bloody perverted arse!" "Is that what's known as 'shooting one's load'?" Zip asked innocently. "Oh, very poor taste, Master Zip," Winston admonished. "Zip?" Lara's smile was sweet poison. "Would you like a 'load' shoved down your throat? Then do shut up." "Right. Got it." The clones found Lara behind the throne and destroyed it as Lara sprinted for cover, firing all the while, nicking them for little damage and cursing a blue streak as to even embarr a Royal Marine. Zip laughed while Winston gasped in horror. "Yeah, Lara!" he cheered. "Lady Croft!" the butler gasped. "Such language is not fitting of a lady of your status!" "Well, who said I was a lady?" the Tomb Raider retorted. "Zip, please tell me you have some good news." "Matter of fact I do," the tech smiled. "Good and bad." "Give me the good news first." "The good news is they're not clones courtesy of a certain Atlantean . Instead, they're robots and they can be deactivated by switches located at the base of their necks." "That is good news. What's the bad news?" "The only way to deactivate is to do in manually." "Manually. As in getting up close and personal." "You probably could do it by remote, by I don't know where Bryce has hidden it." As the information sunk in and the robot "Laras" kept up the ault, "accidentally" missing the Tomb Raider, said Raider was having very sadistic fanatasies about eviscerating a certain tech. "Did I mention I am going to murder Bryce?" "You may have mentioned it a time or two, Lady Croft," Winston responded. "Or a dozen," Zip chimed in. "Or one hundred or so." "Give or take." Finally, after a grueling several hours in the simulation being shot at by Simon and four robot clones, and fighting said clones in brutal unarmed combat, Lara exited the chamber, nearly dead on her feet, and collapsed in exhaustion. Winston immediately handed her a bottle of water as he began toweling her off. Zip m aged her shoulders. "Way to go, Lara!" he cheered. "Way to kick some robotic boot-ayy!" "Are you all right, Lady Croft?" the butler asked concerned. "I am, thank you both." Lara patted both men on the cheek. "I must give Bryce credit. He actually gave me quite the workout. Of course, certain aspects leave a lot to be desired." "Well, if you are, please pardon the expression, 'playing with yourself', there is something on Master Zip's computer screen that might be of interest." The three walked over to the computer. Lara sat down and looked at the screen which showed about half a dozen men or so which Lara identified as Kurtis Trent, Alex West, Larson Conway, Bryce, Terry Sheridan and a man the computer identified as Texas oil baron Danforth Hutton IV. They were playing Truth or Dare. It was now Bryce's turn. "Mr Bryce," Hutton smiled. "As you know, with the exception of you and I, every man here has bedded Miss Lara Croft. So, truth or dare. Have you slept with her or fantasized about doing so?" Bryce spat out his drink in shock as his eyebrows flew ceilingward. Lara's also rose into her hairline as her eyes narrowed. "I beg your pardon?" he gasped. "We're blokes here, mate," Sheridan laughed. "No need to be bashful." "Have you slept with Lara?" Alex interjected. "It's a simple question." "I'd rather take the dare." "You're sure." "Yes." "Fine," Hutton smiled. "Your dare is to photograph Lady Lara Croft in her birthday suit." "Her WHAT?" Bryce couldn't believe his ears." "Photograph Croft starkers," Sheridan laughed. "Why?!" "Why not?" Alex purred. "You did see Lara naked. What's the big deal?" "For your '411', West," Bryce snapped, "I didn't know you were with her when I accidentally barged into her room. Secondly, she'd have my bloody balls for lunch!" "I can make it worth your while," Hutton smiled as he placed a check in Bryce's hand. The tech looked at the figure and gasped in shock. "T-t-ten million DOLLARS!? BLOODY HELL!" "About what in pounds? Five or six mil?" "Give or take," the ex-Royal Marine chuckled. Bryce just stared at the check, trying to wrap his head around the figure while guilt gnawed away at his insides. "Think of all the toys you could buy." The tech closed his eyes and sighed. "I'm sorry, Lara," he whispered. Then louder, "I'll do it. But if she murders me, it's on your heads." "That's a boy," Alex cheered, patting Bryce on the back. "Be sure to get copies." "I am so dead." The screen went black as the two men and one woman watching it pondered the events that had previously transpired. "It would seem Master Bryce did not act on his own volition, My Lady," Winston observed. "No, it doesn't," Lara replied. "What happened is Bryce, as the Americans say, was 'railroaded' into doing this and he was paid off to do it." "Which he accepted." "Which is really disappointing." "I don't know," Zip smirked. "If I was asked to take a naked photograph of you, I'd do it for free." Lara fixed the tech with an icy raised eyebrow. "Right. Shutting up now." "So," Winston queried. "Might this be considered 'mitigating circumstances'?" "Yes," Lara replied. "It doesn't let Bryce off the hook, though." "Do be gentle, My Lady." Later that night, Bryce snuk in the front door, taking care to close it gently so it would not make any noise. The tech carried a boquet of Sterling roses and a white stuffed teddy bear holding a heart which said I'M SORRY on it. He had bought them in hopes of Lara forgiving him for that morning and not giving him the well-deserved thrashing of his life. He reached the stairs when- "Good evening, Bryce." A familiar posh alto voice tickled his ear. "Oh, BOLLOCKS!" he stated dejected. "Indeed. Come here." Bryce turned and saw Lara sitting in one of the oversized sofas by the fireplace, dressed in black silk pajamas and a gray tanktop under a green ornate silk robe. She was smoking a Montechristo while reading Plutarch. Bryce walked over and and stood in front of the Tomb Raider. "We missed you today, Bryce." Lara never looked up. "I know," the tech replied, holding out the tokens of apology. "These are for you." Lara looked up and saw the aforementioned items. She put the book on the sofa next to her and took the teddy bear, throwing it into the fire without giving it so much as a glance. She then took the roses and studied them. "Sterling?" "Well," Bryce shrugged, "I f***ed up and I want to make up for it." "I see. Well, you have very good taste and your program today was challenging. Sit down." Bryce sat down on the sofa across from his very beautiful and deadly employer. Lara put the roses on the table and leaned back with her legs crossed and arms folded. She took a few puffs and exhaled. "I will give you exactly one minute to explain why I should not rip your lungs out and feed them to you for that stunt this morning." "Well, some blokes and I played Truth and Dare last night," Bryce replied. "Yes. When it came to your turn you were asked if you fantasize about me. You decided to take the dare which wound up being you taking a nude photograph of me. You even took a bribe." "Guilty. Of course, they were talking about you as if you were some bloody trollop. I mean, yes I do have a crush on you. I have had one since I started working for you five years ago. Of course, I'm just a lower-cl bloke from Manchester and you're practically bloody royalty. What chance do I have? Besides, there are three reasons I would never act on my crush. One: you'd rip my bits off and shove them down my throat. Two: you're my employer and, as such, you're the one who signs my checks, as the Yanks say. Finally: you are more than my employer. You are my confidant, the sister I never had my friend." Lara felt her top lip curve upward as an eyebrown arched. "Yes, my friend. I know that beneath that hard, cynical exterior beats the heart of a gentle, loving, kind-hearted, comp ionate woman who's there with a shoulder to cry on, a sympathetic ear to bend, someone with a kind word to give someone--" Lara's lips now formed a full smile as both eyebrows disappeared into her hairline as Bryce was shamlessly pleading his case and doing some major -kissing. "Yes, my friend. I am honored to have you in my life, Lara. Even if I do annoy you on occ ion. I let my hormones and greed dictate my actions and there is no excuse for it. I would never hurt you intentionally and I am truly and deeply sorry if I did so. I only hope you forgive me." Lara got up and walked over to Bryce. She placed two fingers under his chin and raised it so he could face her. Then the Raider placed her hand on Bryce's cheek. "I don't suppose you practiced that," she replied. "No matter. That was very touching and heartfelt. I appreciate the gesture and the effort, however you did hurt me, Bryce. I am very disappointed and saddened that you allowed yourself to be manipulated in this way. However, I know that you're a good man and I accept your apology." Bryce sighed in relief and smiled. "However, you must be punished. Starting tommorrow, you will be my human target for the next four months. That's for starters." "Four months?" "For starters. I'll think of something tommorrow. Meanwhile, get some sleep because you will need it. We will talk about your 'improvements' then." "The Larabots." "Yes. Them." she kissed Bryce's cheek and patted it. "Right. The photo is on the console in my trailer." "Thank you. I will deal with Alex and the others tommorrow. Off you go." Bryce headed to the tech room where Zip and Winston were watching the exchange on the screen. Zip held his fist out which Bryce tapped with his own. "My man," the American tech smiled. "That was slick." "Indeed," the butler concurred. "Very well played." "Not well played enough. I have to be Target Boy for her. Four bloody months." "There there." Winston patted the tech's back in mock sympathy. "It only hurts the first dozen time or two." "Better you than me," Zip grinned. "Good night, peeps." THE END There we are. Number Two in the books. Enjoy and please feel free to comment.
	Good luck in your new bed. Enjoy your nightmare, son, while you're resting your head.- BASEMENT JAXX


Neilmoon	Feb 7 2009, 10:31 PM Post #2
New Raider Posts: 20 Group: Members Member #32 Joined: Jan 31, 2009 Your favorite TR? TR:A Male or Female Male	hey, a little overboard with the editing. if " " is in a word like "comp ion", it's part of the word. it's nothing bad. just a thought.
	Good luck in your new bed. Enjoy your nightmare, son, while you're resting your head.- BASEMENT JAXX


Tessa	Feb 8 2009, 11:07 AM Post #3
TheTimeTravelingVampire Posts: 1,334 Group: Admins Member #1 Joined: Aug 23, 2008 Your favorite TR? TR1 Male or Female Female	Sorry about that, it's being pain. Funny fanfic, I think it be funnier from a males point of view though.



Singstar90210	Feb 8 2009, 10:35 PM Post #4
TR Mythbuster, Avid 007 Fan, Fanpire, and Official OMwD Patient Posts: 1,040 Group: Admins Member #14 Joined: Aug 27, 2008 Your favorite TR? TR1 Male or Female Female	It's so weird. I experienced the exact same problem when I first joined the forum. I couldn't spell "classic" without the word being edited. But now it should be fixed. Agree with Tessa on this one. And I might add that the suggestions I have on the last story may apply to this one as well. But the language is a bit milder so I'll congratulate you on that. I think it's more theme-wise. Edited by Singstar90210, Feb 8 2009, 10:37 PM.
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