Lara Croft vs. Jungle Girl

Jace lost that skimpy top of hers. Lara ripped it off her chest more of less on accident. Or so she told herself later on, looking back... A minute or so afterward, she eventually succeeded in tying the Jungle Girl's hands with the thing, behind her back. Pretty humiliating for her - letting herself get bound with her own bra. Made Lara crow in triumph. Jace didn't take it well, this turn of events. Started bawling, believe it or not. Squealed and sputtered like a schoolgirl, red in the face as a strawberry. "You can't do this to me! You can't!" Lara was just about convinced she was gonna win at that stage. Right on the brink of victory. Her opponent was falling to pieces... The Jungle Girl didn't quit, though. She never stopped her childish high-pitched fussing and wailing and gibbering, but never stopped fighting either. And finally got her sleek brown thighs clamped around Lara's neck.

Lara couldn't shake her loose. It sucked. Bitch finally choked her out.

She tried the trick of playing dead, to get Jace to ease off. The Jungle Girl didn't fall for that, goddammit. Kept up the squeeze.

Lara clawed at the girl's ass, digging in her fingernails, drawing blood. Made Jace scream some more, but it also made her squeeze those legs of hers even harder. Thin as they were, it was like they were made of wood. Bitch had real muscles on her. Should have tried out for the Olympics. Like for pole vaulting, probably. Now the whole world started wavering and dimming... a thunderous roar in her ears drowned out Jace's endless caterwhauling. "Don't you pass out," Lara commanded herself, "Don't you fucking dare pass out."

Only then she must have. 'Cause next thing she knew...

The altar - the big white hand - was moving. Like when the wall opened up, it seemed to do that by itself. The spirits... well, maybe. Lara still wasn't entirely convinced, as she watched, dazed and dizzy. Both times, could have been something as a simple as levers built into the floor. Little buttons Jace was stepping on, to activate. Just doing it when Lara wasn't looking at her, so it seemed like magic. Classic hocus pocus.

Anyhow, however it was done, the white hand got tilted straight upward now, and its fingers had split into a wide v, two and two - like Spock's salute, yeah, live long and fucking prosper. But the thumb didn't stick out the side anymore. It had swung around and curved upward, a bit. So that now Lara would have to straddle it. Because of the position she ended up bound in...

You see, Jace tied her upright to the stone hand, facing the palm, with her arms over her head. Her wrists were looped around the statue's fingertips. With those thick fingers divided as they were, her arms got stretched out diagonally. The space in the middle of the v was wide enough that her torso remained completely exposed. Her tits weren't squished against the stone; they dangled free in the open air. Which was just great, oh yeah. Also, Jace could walk around to that side and look her in the face, when she wanted. Lara would rather not have to look at the girl anymore, at this point. Would rather have stone in front of her nose - a blank surface to zone out on, as much as possible. But that wasn't how this was gonna go, and she wouldn't close her eyes or look down like a coward, when Jace came around and gave her the stink-eye like that. She grit her teeth and met the Jungle Girl's disdainful inspection with as much fiery defiance as she could muster. Tough to do, of course. It would only get harder as things progressed.

Jace had got her top back on.

The thick stone thumb jutting between Lara's legs wasn't actually touching her crotch. It reached up damn close, but she still had a tiny bit of breathing space down there, thank Christ. Only a literal hairsbreadth. That wouldn't have been the case if she was standing flat on her feet. She wasn't. Jace, whether she meant to or not, had made the loops around Lara's wrists too high and tight for that, keeping her suspended on her toes. Well, the balls of her feet. She wasn't ballet dancing, here, it wasn't as bad as that. But both her heels were off the ground. If she weren't held up like that, she'd have been sitting on the thumb like it was a saddle. Not comfortable. Not without any clothes on. Her bare slick snatch would be squishing itself open against that smooth, rounded stone, which had got baking hot under the sun; the other fingers were hot the same way against the undersides of her forearms. Feeling the heat there on the skin of her arms wasn't too bad. It wasn't comfortable but it wasn't broiling her. Still, she definitely didn't want to experience that same heat and pressure on her genitalia. A whole different deal, that would be. She'd bet money.

Oh God. When she glanced down there, she saw spots. Dark speckles on the shiny white surface of the thumb. Spots of moisture that had dripped from her body, on to the stone. She tried to convince herself it was only sweat. Maybe that was all it was. God knows there was plenty of sweat dribbling off her, all over. Her pores pumping out more and more every moment. But the dark spots on the thumb were right there lined up directly under her gash. Might have been something else dribbling there, leaking straight down. Considering her situation. And everything it was doing to her. Everything it was making her feel.

Tied for punishment. Spread-eagled and stripped utterly bare.

Jace had used one of her nasty jagged knives to slash away Lara's swimsuit, after she'd got her tied like this, and helpless. So that was the end of the thing. Wouldn't be able to put it back on once this nonsense was finished. She'd have to swim back to her boat naked. Tried to convince herself that wasn't a big deal. That it didn't matter, not anymore. She had dozens of other nice swimsuits, and hadn't ended up liking that one much in any case, had she? Damn fancy thing had cost a ton of money, though. That irked. Fuck it. She had plenty of fucking money. She'd always have plenty of money, no matter how many overpriced silly swimsuits she might have to buy in her life...

Now Jace the Jungle Girl picked up that bendy wooden rod she'd showed off earlier. She swung it around in the air a few times, making swooshy noises. Lara wished the sounds didn't make her flinch, but they did. Felt her belly churning. Bad. Really bad. She might barf, in fact. She might have diarrhea. Wouldn't that be something. Well, if things went that far south, hopefully she'd get some of the mess on the Jungle Girl... Try her best, anyway, once the storm hit. If that happened, if there was nothing else she could do to get back at the bitch, might as well put the opportunity to use.

It shouldn't have come to this, though. She shouldn't have let the girl put her in this position. Damn near made her feel like she genuinely deserved this beating, since she turned out too weak and too stupid to prevent it. Gonna have to take her medicine. Choke it fucking down.

Oh God. Oh hell. Just hoped she didn't cry. She hoped she had the strength to put up with the pain. Didn't know if she did. Yelling was permissible, but only so long as she made sure they were all tough yells. Angry fuck-you-bitch yells, every single one. No pussy pleading or lamentations. Show no sorrow, admit no shame. Rage alone. That was all she'd let Jace see, or hear from her. Swearing a lot was the principal answer. That would get her through this, if nothing else. Every evil curse word she could think of.

Then at last it started...

The Jungle Girl whipped Lara's naked ass. "Ahhahhrr! God! God damn!"

No escape. No reprieve. She writhed. She wriggled. She wept. Couldn't help it.

"Guuhhuuhh! Fuck! Fucking hell!"

And yet, as it continued... Jace surprised her again. Bad as this was, Lara could still tell it wasn't feeling as bad as it should. The Jungle Girl - so fucking far, anyway - seemed to be going pretty easy on her, all things considered. Much easier than Lara would have expected, after their tussle. Much easier than Lara would have done this, if things were reversed...

A rod like that can do serious damage, if you apply a little elbow grease. Lasting damage. Somebody really goes to town on you with a stick like that, and you'll never sit comfortably for the rest of your life.

That wasn't how this was. The Jungle Girl didn't apply it like that. She was very careful, very controlled. Never established a steady rhythm, either, or let the stimulation build up too much. Always gave Lara a good breather, between every three or four cracks. Never lashed the same spot more than once.

Lightweight strikes, every time. Mere kisses, mostly. Oh, they stung. They burned. But they didn't slash her open, like they could have. A rod like that can flay all the skin off your back. A rod like that can even shatter bones.

Jace was only tickling her with it, relatively speaking. Didn't she realize?

Of course she did.

Lara figured it out, after another minute. Once she started to feel it the way Jace wanted her to. It all became horribly clear, all at once.

"Ahhagghhaah! Shit! Shit! Ohhhoohhh..."

(Wait, wait... What is this? Am I...? But... but this feels... Oh no.)

"Guuhrrh! God!"

(Not this. Not like this. Not this way. No. Please, please, no.)

There's whipping, and then there's whipping...

You keep things under a certain threshold, the feeling changes... Easier to make happen with a simple over-the-knee spanking. Greater payoff, though, with the far greater danger imposed with the use of ropes and a rod or whip. The pain doesn't go away, but it starts to feel good. It turns sexy, even if you don't want it to. It doesn't really ever turn into pleasure, but you start to like the pain. You like it better and better the more it goes on, even though it keeps hurting too, worse and worse. You get more and more excited. It's your system compensating. Maybe your body does it trying to defend itself. Maybe your nerves just get confused, or overloaded. Crossed wires, in your brain. A lot of it is mental, of course, and emotional. Most of it. The embarrassment you're experiencing. The fear. The sheer bafflement... It all feeds together, builds and builds...

Doesn't happen like this for everybody. And of course it depends hugely who exactly is doing this to you, and how you feel about that person, and how hard they're doing it. You don't always have to like the other person, though... Or at least, you don't have to know that you like them, or you might not like that you like them... But they still turn out to have this power to get to you, this way. If they don't get too carried away as it goes along, and get too rough, and make it ugly again and mess it up.

Jace didn't. The wicked merciless bitch.

Not everyone is susceptible to this. It's more people than realize, though. Lots more. The toughest, most commanding people too. Most protective of their dignity. It's heady stuff, having that stripped from them, having the tables completely turned on them. Of course, most of the people that would get off on it the strongest, they make damn sure it never happens to them. You can't blame them. Much too scary. Much too embarrassing.

The burn inside Lara's cunt now... God. Oh God.

Jace's rod had, by now, set her arse aflame - and because the Jungle Girl stoked those flames with care and patience, only tickling her with the rod that could have mutilated and crippled her, the fire had gradually spread into Lara's sex, but in there, the burning was pleasurable for her. Lara didn't want it to be, yet it was... And that unwanted pleasure had spread from her womb, back into her bottom, down through her legs to the straining arches of her feet, and upward through her writhing spine and her bouncing breasts... Now each time she took another strike from the rod, wherever it landed upon her body, the impact triggered more pleasure. It was pleasure that hurt, pleasure that stung - pleasure that was agonizing and shameful. But soon she knew it would make her come.

The spirits of this temple were going to witness an orgasm from her, after all. She would not be able to keep it from them.

She didn't mean to do it - and would have stopped herself if she retained any rational control over her muscles - yet she kept flexing her knees and straining downward against the ropes on her wrists, with all her strength... not trying to tear herself loose, but only doing it in a desperate effort to mash her cunt against the giant stone thumb beneath her crotch, just barely out of reach. If she'd been able to achieve contact with that unyielding, scorching hot surface, she knew she would climax on the instant. And it would have been a spectacular one. She knew she wasn't going to be allowed to do it that way. Now that she'd been compelled to want it, they would make sure she wouldn't get it. Not like that.

They would draw her punishment out as long as possible.

They wouldn't let her finish until she broke down even further and begged them for it, out loud.

She mustn't, though. She mustn't give them that on top of all the rest. She must hold out! Hold out!

Jace's arm would tire out eventually, right? Or her patience would run out soon, if her strength and stamina didn't... 'Cause you could tell from the look on her face, the Jungle Girl was just about as desperate to come now as Lara was. She taken off her top again, a couple minutes ago. Now she took a moment to unknot her loincloth, as well. Let it slip to her ankles and kicked it away. Clutched her mound with her free hand, and then heaved a great giddy sigh as she squeezed it... Yup, she was losing her cool, most assuredly. She glared at Lara with clenched teeth and flared nostrils, eyes blazing. Lara glared right back, probably with same exact furious, frenzied expression. She realized they were both gasping equally loud, and in perfect sync.

Huhhuh Huhhuh Huhhuh Huhhuh...

"Give it up," Jace said.

Lara shook her head. "Go to hell."

Jace struck her across the breasts this time. And then again, from the other direction. And again. And again. Bolts of lightning, through her nipples, through her heart. She screeched, and then she moaned, and then she whimpered. They weren't the angry, wrathful, undefeated noises she had resolved to make, but pathetic, beseeching sounds, vocalizations of despair, and of wanton need... The rod made livid purple stripes across her tits, but still didn't break her skin. There was no blood. Lara had left those clawmarks in the Jungle Girl's hiney earlier, with her nails, but Jace hadn't yet made her bleed at all. Too damn good at this game.

Made you wonder what else she was good at, and how good she'd be at those things.

Lara wasn't gonna win this one. From the moment she'd got tied, there was only one way this bullshit could ever end. Resisted as long as she could, but it was pointless. Surrender was inevitable. Time to bite the proverbial bullet. God, this was gonna suck. She was so horny, though. Teetering right on the brink. God she wanted to come. She was so damn close... May as well get this over with.

"Please," she said, "P-p-please."

"What?" said the Jungle Girl, and lashed her again. Behind her now, another strike to the arse. Oh, sweet Christ! So terrible! So hot!

"Finish it!" she cried, "Just finish it! Just... Please!"

"Please what? Say it all, trespasser. You must ask for all of it. Say it all now."

"Please! Please let me - Oh God! God! I can't! I can't say it! Don't make me! It's too shameful! Please don't!"

"You must, Lara! Give in!"

"I don't deserve this! I'm Lara Croft! An archaeologist! You've no right to humiliate me this way!"

"I've every right. You brought this shame upon yourself, Tomb Raider! Confess!"

"Just... just let me come! Let me fucking come now! Take what you want from me! Make me come! Please! I give up!"

"You must apologize, first."

"I did nothing wrong!"

"Then why are you so ashamed?"

"Because I'm naked! You beat me and made me beg you... to come... You made me want this, you made me wanna come... I have to! I can't stand anymore! Oh God! I'm burning inside! I'm burning all over! My poor arse! My tits! My cunt! Oh please! Just finish this! Finish me!"

"Apologize, Tomb Raider."

"I'm sorry! I'm fucking sorry!" So unfair. No help for it. Had to give them everything they demanded. This wouldn't finish until she did. "I trespassed and I was disrespectful and I'm sorry and now I've taken my punishment! You've got my submission! I'm submitting! I'm naked and beaten and I'm desperate to get off and I'm submitting! Please, Jace! Jace, just... Please!"

"Very good, Lara Croft. Now then..."

The great hand tilted backwards, becoming a table again. Its fingers straightened. Soon as it was flat, Jace helped lift Lara's left leg high enough out of the way, bent up behind her, so the stone thumb could swing aside. The Jungle Girl didn't undo the knots from Lara's wrists, however. She was still trapped and helpless, only facedown now. Couldn't lift up or even roll over. "Raise your ass for me," Jace ordered. Well, Lara could do that, scooting up her knees.

The Jungle Girl crouched atop the table behind her. She shoved a finger up Lara's bum, and put her tongue on Lara's clit at the exact same moment.

That was all it took. "God! Guuhhaahhrruuhh!" She came instantly. Squirted too, drenching the Jungle Girl's face. It was a tsunami.

Jace laughed but didn't pull away. Didn't stop what she was doing. Not for another ten or fifteen minutes at least. Not until Lara had, in spite of further efforts to hold back, in the forlorn hope of restoring some of her pride, yielded up another three explosive howling orgasms for her. She only squirted again on the last one, and not half as much as the other time. Still, they were giving the spirits of the temple quite a show, weren't they? This must be making them very happy indeed.

'Cause they didn't only get Lara's climaxes. Once Jace untied her at last, and put her mouth to work, they got to watch the Jungle Girl have several. And she turned out to be a squirter, too.

They did some tribbing, after that. Quite a bit, in fact. Lara was always on the bottom, but she got the satisfaction of making Jace come first, each time they did that. Outfucked the Jungle Girl, essentially. Didn't come close to evening the score between them. But hey, it was something. A small step in that direction.

Lara's memory got foggy from there on... she sort of remembered Jace leaning close as if to kiss her, or perhaps it had been her that made the move in that direction... but she could never recall if they went through with it. If any proper kissing actually took place, or if one or the other pulled away.

She woke up in her bed on her boat, in the middle of the night. No memory of the return swim. In fact, there was no sign of her having made the swim at all. She was dry. Not clean, though. Not close to clean.

Might have tried to tell herself the whole business was nothing but a lurid embarrassing dream... Except her swimsuit was gone, and her airtank and weapons. And this stinky residue all over her body... It wasn't the slight grittiness you get from salt water, with the accompanying ocean smell. It wasn't just from excessive sweat. Nope. What she was coated all over with was undeniably the sticky dried slime of cunt juice. No mistaking that smell, either.

Her crotch was aching, and her bumhole too. The kind of throbbing burn that was half-pleasurable, at least most of the time. Occasional twinges that were harsher... Yet there were no marks on her skin, and no soreness from her beating. She should have been aching all over, from top to bottom. Especially her butt cheeks and her tits. But those bits all felt fine and dandy. All the crisscross stripes of her whipping - they should have taken days and days to fade. Somehow they'd all just been erased. Like none of that had really been inflicted upon her.