So, Lara Croft is a huge tittied bitch.

The first time I saw her, I wasn't even playing her games.  I had just "discovered" the female forms, I saw a caricature of her in a magazine, and my only thought was "she has huge tits!"

When I did play one of her games for the first time (Tomb Raider 2, for those who wonder), I found it terribly, terribly poor.  But hey, there she was, with her huge (albeit pixelly) tits.

And then there was the Internet...  Overflowing with Lara Croft goodness.  Her juggs were bigger and bigger in each new pic I found, and the things she was put through were ever more humiliating.  The first time I saw her take a tyrannosaur cock half the size of her entire body up her ass, I was sold forever to the idea that Lara was a bitch deserving all of the abuse that came her way.

See, there were two things at work here. 

The first, and most obvious, was that she had huge juggs.  Have I said it enough already?  Lara Croft has big tits.  And in my perverse mind, the bigger the tits, the harder they must be fucked, squeezed, punched even.  A pair of hooters as humongous as Lara's puts her squarely into the punching bag category.  I tried for the longest time to draw her hanging from the ceiling by her hands and feet, her mammoth mammaries swinging wildly from the beating they were taking.  My pitiful skills failed me though, and I had to resort to drawing her hanging from the ceiling by one tit, an anvil tied around the other one...

The second thing that lead me to the conclusion that she was a bitch was that as my interest in Lara grew, I documented myself on her games, her history, her evolution...  What I discovered was a strong, independent adventuress who didn't hesitate to face any danger with her teeth clenched, her eyes burning with determination, and a pistol in each hand.  That raised some interesting questions...  She wasn't a stupid fuck-doll who'd tolerate to be used and abused.  She wasn't the kind to hide the fact her tits qualified as overweight luggage on a plane, but she wasn't vain enough to take pride in her striking similarities with dairy cows. She was too independent to seduce men or women - or let herself be seduced by men or women - for her enjoyment, and too proud and confident in her strenght to actively prevent others from forming dirty thoughts about her.

So she wasn't a slut.  She didn't actively seek out being plowed in every orifice.  She wasn't a whore.  She'd never forgive herself for making a living like this.  And yet,  because she had huge tits, she had to be fucked, and fucked hard, and fucked often.  That was inevitable.

One way or another, she'd run into something too strong for her, and she'd get her shirt ripped off and her tits savaged, her shorts shredded, her ass impaled.  And she'd get filled with cum and covered with cum boiling with rage and shame, but unable to fight back.  And once she'd been properly treated like a pair of gigantic breasts coupled with an intricate system of pipes designed to extract sperm from cocks - no matter the size, no matter the species -, Lara would pick herself up, ashamed, yes, but mostly angered at herself for having been unable to repel the attack.  And she'd swear that it'd never happen again, and she'd flaunt her monstrous breasts more than ever, confident that the next time, she'll have the upper hand, and sooner or later, she'd run into something else too strong for her, and she'd be put again in her rightful place: that of a bitch, always on all four, always mounted from behind, barking a lot but unable to bite.