Worst Vacation Ever!

WARNING!!  This story may contain some spoilers for the new “Tomb Raider” video game released in 2013.  There aren’t very many, but consider yourself warned!  

“SAM!  ROTH!”  The British explorer yelled at the top of her lungs as she trudged through the lush forest.  

The last time Lara had seen any sign of her fellow shipmates was when she washed up on the beach.  Before she could draw their attention, however, a savage stranger had bashed her over the head and carried the unconscious girl back to his lair.  Barely escaping the gruesome cave with her life, the frightened brunette now wandered through the dark forest in search of any other survivors.  

Her stomach gnawed.  The last meal she had eaten was while she was on board the Endurance, hours ago.  Her body was sore from the tribulations she had already faced since being swallowed up in the frigid Pacific Ocean.  The girl’s beautiful skin was now blemished with mud as her dirtied brown hair fell untidily around her face, still pulled back into a loose ponytail.  

Suddenly, the girl heard a rustling in the brush up ahead.  Instinctively, she whipped her makeshift bow in front of her and drew the poorly crafted projectile back, aiming it into the darkness.  “Who’s there?!”  Lara trembled as she waited for a response.  She used her weapon mainly as a deterrent, not having even tested it yet.  Summoning what courage she could muster, the terrified explorer inched forward.  “Show yourself!”

The canopy of trees above her yielded no light as she could barely see more than three paces in front of her.  Part of Lara wanted to turn around and run away.  But the other part of her, the part that had helped her to escape the cavern earlier told the frightened castaway that she couldn’t turn back.  She had to remain resilient, both for herself and for her friends.

Taking a deep breath, she took another step towards the sound of rustling leaves.  “My name is Lara Croft, I’m a member of the Endurance.  Is anyone there?”  The young woman paused as she heard a different noise, something that sounded like a muffled voice.

“LARA, RUNNmmppphhh!”

The Brit’s eyes lit up as she recognized the familiar voice.  “Sam?!  SAM!”  Lowering her bow, Lara charged forward, foolishly letting her guard down.  Sprinting through the darkness, one of the girl’s boots trampled over a specifically placed tree limb.  Without warning, the hidden noose cinched tightly around Lara’s ankle, yanking her up from the earth.

“AAAAHHHHH!” the snared beauty cried as she dropped her weapon, the sturdy rope pulling her feet above her head.  She swung helplessly from the high tree branch, still in a daze after being violently jerked from above.  Gathering her bearings, the captive realized her carelessness had gotten her trapped in a snare set by someone.  But who.

“Well, well, well…what do we have here?”

Lara jerked her head around, looking for the source of the unsettling voice.  She could hear grass crackling as footsteps drew closer.  Finally, she spotted a tall figure approaching from behind, an automatic rifle slung across their shoulder.

“Who would’ve thought, two beautiful young women in the same night.  I think our luck is changing, brothers!”  The hooded figure stepped in front of his squirming prey, the girl’s brown eyes level with his.

“P-please, let me down…” stammered Lara, finding it hard to even speak as the stranger stood in front of her.

“Certainly, my dear.  In a moment…”  The man grasped his weapon and reared it back, aiming the butt of the rifle at Lara’s head.

“Wait!  No, no, NO!  Ugffff…”  The single blow knocked the lost explorer unconscious as she dangled limply from the tall tree.

“Cut her down!” ordered the assailant, looking behind him.  “Then make sure she won’t get away.”

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“Uugghhh...”  The girl groaned softly as she started to come to.  Her head pounded as she slowly opened her eyes.  Looking around, she could see the sun starting to peek through the trees.  She had apparently been asleep the entire night.  Lying on her belly, Lara could feel tightness in her limbs.  Thinking it was just sore muscles from being jerked around by the snare, she tried to stand up.  It was then that she realized what peril she was truly in.

“What?!”  Looking behind her, the Brit realized that coarse brown ropes had been wound around her body, holding her in a strict, unforgiving hogtie.  Her arms were tightly cinched together, as well as her legs.  Looking down at her feet, Lara also noticed that whoever had left her like this had removed her boots as well, leaving her bare soles exposed.  Struggling in her restraints, the captive soon learned that there was no way she was getting out of her bonds without assistance.

Giving up her futile struggle, she started to observe her surroundings.  She was lying in what seemed to be some type of dilapidated shack that was missing a roof.  In front of her was a roaring fire, the radiant heat from the flames providing warmth to Lara’s face.  Turning to her right, the hogtied prisoner gasped.  “Sam?!”

The young girl was hogtied similar to Lara, her expensive designer clothes ripped and torn on her restrained body.  Her skin was caked with mud and grime as her short dark hair rested untidily around her face.  Slowly opening her eyes, she saw that her best friend had finally woken up.  “Lara!” she whispered, “I’ve been trying to wake you up for the past couple of hours.  They must have hit you harder than I thought!”

“Oh Sam, I’m so glad to see you!  I thought you were dead!” replied Lara in a louder voice.

“Shhhh…”  Sam looked up, looking to see if anyone was around.  “Not so loud!  The creeps who left us here are still close by.”

Lowering her voice, Lara again addressed her fellow captive.  “Sam, who are these people?  Why did they tie us up like this?!”

“I’m not sure.  I washed up on the beach during the night and managed to make it into the forest.  That’s when I ran into Mathias.”

“Mathias?”

“Yeah.  He told me him and many others have been stranded here on Yamatai for years.  He seemed a little creepy at first, but then he seemed to lighten up when I started talking about the legend of Queen Himiko.  He seemed really fascinated by my stories.  Then, for no reason whatsoever, the crazy bastard and his friends tied me up and started leading me deeper into the forest.  That’s when we heard you.”

“Oh, it sounds like our two newest survivors have woken up.  Did you two have a pleasant nights rest?”

Lara cringed as she recognized the gruff voice from earlier when she was dangling from the snare.  Looking up, she saw the old, withered shell of a man standing above her, a younger, bearded stranger standing behind him.  “What is the meaning of all this?!” shouted the British damsel.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t think I introduced myself to you…Miss Croft is it?  I am Mathias and this is Vladimir.  We have been stranded here on Yamatai for quite some time now.  But I’m confident that your friend here is the key to our salvation!”

“What’s that supposed mean?” cried Sam.

“I don’t know if you realize it, my dear, but you are a descendant of the powerful Queen Himiko.  She brought you here, so that we could sacrifice you and finally be released from this living hell.”

“Are you mad?!” cried Lara, bewildered by the man’s delusional beliefs.  “That is nothing but a pure myth!”

“I was afraid you would disagree with our vision, Miss Croft.  That is why we have no further use for you.  But instead of a quick death, I believe Vladimir has something a little more…interesting in store for you!”  Mathias walked over to Sam and hoisted the struggling captive over his shoulder.  Walking to the exit of the roofless shack, he turned back to Lara and smiled.  “Enjoy the rest of your stay on Yamatai…while it lasts!”  He released a tumultuous laugh as he disappeared from sight with his prize.

“LARA!  HELP ME!”

“DON’T WORRY SAM, I’LL FIND YOU!  I PROMISE, I’LL FIND YOU!”  Lara started to tear up as she watched the dark-haired man walk over to her.

“Trust me,” uttered the brutal savage in his thick Russian accent as he rolled the remaining captive onto her side, “you won’t.”  Vladimir then wrapped his strong hands around Lara’s throat and began to choke her.

“Geeppff youuurr hanmmffss oofff meeehhh…” gurgled the woman as she quickly started to lose consciousness again.  Kicking into her hogtie, she tried to get loose, but her ropes held tight.  She was completely at the mercy of the ruthless man.  As her eyes started to flutter, she quietly drifted off to sleep, the rest of her body going limp.

“Now, let’s go find a quiet place for us to play!” chuckled the Russian as he ran his hands over the girl’s breasts, giving them a firm squeeze.  Throwing the damsel over his shoulder, Vladimir trudged deeper into the wilderness.

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“Rise and shine, devushka!”

The weary captive slowly opened her eyes, her entire body throbbing in pain.  She could feel her head being pulled tightly from behind as she tried to look around.  The morning dew was evaporating, the fog hanging thickly in the air.  She was surrounded by tall weeds, lying face down on a clear patch of dirt that was freezing cold.  Moving her brown eyes up, she saw the evil man standing before her.

“How do you like your new arrangements?”

Lara tried to look behind her, but a rope had been fashioned from her elbows to her ponytail.  Each movement she made with her head caused the tether to yank painfully on her hair.  Restraints had been added to her upper arms, cinching them closely together, her elbows nearly touching one another.  The harsh cords also wrapped around chest, causing her ample breasts to billow outwards.  The girl yelped as she tried to struggle, the ropes digging into her supple skin.

“It’s no use struggling, those ropes aren’t coming loose.  You might as well get comfortable, ‘cause you’re gonna be out here for a very long time!”

“What?!  You can’t leave me out here like this!” begged Lara, her voice trembling.

“I think I’ve had enough of your whining,” muttered Vladimir as he reached into his jacket pocket.

Lara watched in horror as the man pulled out a large rubber ball with a leather strap attached to it.  “What on earth is that?!”

“I found it one day when walking along the beach.  I guess even in the ancient times they got a little naughty, huh!”

Lara was smart enough to know that the anachronism had more than likely washed up on shore after being tossed around in the Pacific Ocean.  Nevertheless, the brunette dreaded what the fiend was about to use it for.

“I never imagined I’d have a use for this,” continued Vladimir.  “I’m glad I kept it now!”  The man knelt down beside his captive and brought the gag in close to her face.

“No!  Please don’t gagmmppphhhh!”  Lara’s pleas were silenced as the red rubber ball was shoved violently between her lips, forcing her jaw wide open.  She mumbled incoherently as the black leather straps were fastened tightly around the back of her neck.

“That’s better, now I don’t have to listen to your bitchin’.  Now, how ‘bout we get a better look at ya?”  The savage chuckled as he rolled the damsel onto her side and started unbutton her pants.

“Nmmmpphh!”  Lara’s muffled protests were as futile as her attempts to squirm out of her restraints.  She was glad that her head was incapable of bending downwards so that she didn’t have to watch the man defile her.  The helpless explorer stared into the distance as she felt the tan cargo pants slide down her legs.

“Ooooh, nice panties!” commented the captor as he stared at the Brit’s black lace thong.  “You wouldn’t mind if I took them with me as a souvenir, would you?”  Unsheathing his knife, Vladimir hastily cut the sexy undergarment off of the girl.  Holding them up to his nose, he took a strong whiff.

Lara could see the pervert out of the corner of her eye.  She groaned in disgust as she watched.

Stuffing the black underwear into his pocket, he smiled.  “Now I’ll always have something to remember you by!  Now, let’s take a look under here.”  Sliding the woman’s tank tops up her toned belly, he pulled them underneath the tight ropes running around her bosom, exposing her delicate breasts.  “My goodness!”

“Geeeppff mmmffff!”  Lara growled as the man rubbed his calloused hands over her chest, pinching her nipples on occasion.  In her twenty-one years of life, she had never been so humiliated.

“It’s a damn shame that Mathias doesn’t want to keep you around,” sighed the dark-haired Russian as he climbed to his feet.  “But, orders are orders.  Now you’ll have to lie here and see what kills you first.  Starvation, dehydration…my bet is on the wolves.”

“Hmmm?!”  Lara shivered as she looked up at the man.

“Oh yeah, these forests are teeming with wolves.  But who knows, with a body like that…they may fall in love with ya before they get the chance to eat ya!”  The man burst into laughter as he bent over to pick up the last coil of rope that had been left over after restraining the captive.  “But you know what, they tend to come out closer to dark, so you may be sitting here a while.  Why don’t I give you a little something that’ll help you to pass the time?!”

The half-naked archaeologist watched the bastard unravel the coil then begin to tie knots along a portion of the rope.  Lara had no idea what he had meant by his previous statement, but she was certain she wasn’t going to enjoy it.  She cringed as the man knelt down near her bare crotch.

Wrapping the rope tightly around her midriff, Vladimir then pulled the strand tightly between the explorer’s bound legs, the knots he had fastened earlier placed conveniently at her genitals.

“Mmmmmpppphh!”  The hogtied survivor moaned loudly as the rope was knotted tightly at the small of her back.  She had been wrong before.  This was now the most humiliating moment of her life.  She squirmed as the man rolled her back onto her belly.  Lara wanted to struggle harder, but every movement made the knots rub agonizingly against her bare crotch.

“There we go!  Now at least we know you’ll die with a smile on your face!”  Vladimir gathered his belongings as his captive continued to writhe pitifully on the frigid dirt.  Then, kneeling beside Lara and placing his hand on her chin, he tilted her head upwards so that her tearful brown eyes were staring into his.  “Looks like you weren’t quite cut out for adventure after all, huh?  Maybe you should have just settled for being a pretty face in the crowd!”

“Grrrrmmppphhh!”  Lara’s expression turned from fear to anger as the Russian kissed her on the forehead.  It quickly reverted back to horror, however, as she heard the howl of a wolf in the distance.

“Uh oh!  You may not have as much time as I thought,” replied Vladimir, climbing to his feet.  Turning his back, he began to walk away.  “Don’t worry, your friend will be joining you at some point in the near future!”

“Nmmmmpphh, ummm bammmphhh!” cried Lara as she watched the man disappear into the wilderness.  The explorer was now alone, again.  She struggled desperately in her bondage, trying to find a loose knot, a frayed portion of rope, anything that could give her a glimmer of hope that she might escape.  However, it seemed that the survivors that had found her and Sam knew a thing or two about restraining a captive.

Tears started to roll down the girl’s cheek as she realized her first adventure would also be her last.  Lara promised herself that if she were to somehow escape this hopeless predicament, she would never go looking for adventure again.  Instead, she would spend her days in a library or a classroom where there was no chance of being eaten alive by a wolf or being bound and gagged by strangers.

Suddenly, Lara heard a rustling in the brush.  The British damsel prayed that it was another survivor from the Endurance.  But she knew more than likely it was a hungry beast looking for its next meal.  She whimpered quietly behind her ball-gag as she waited for her fate to be decided.