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Lara Croft: Tribalism

By: justtheone



I've had to change my mind regarding the (entirely pointless and silly) mental casting of the Karen Crowe character, since she was introduced in the Tarzan Wannabe episode. Elaina Ray, aka Kyleigh Ann, is a better embodiment. Just saying. Now onward. 

1.

It was just a stupid game they had to participate in. Hazing, was what this came down to. The tribe's medicine men, through the ages, may have managed to dress it up a bit, in order to give the silly runaround an illusionary aura of ritual significance. Beneath all that, everybody was just screwing around. That was what was really happening today. 

Karen couldn't decide whether that made her feel better about having to do this thing, or if instead it made her angrier. More put-upon and exploited. She kept flipping back and forth inside her head. 

The game was a combination of tag and flag-football, without the ball. Flagtag, you might call it. 

Their real mission was to get to a crashed UFO before a bunch of corporate soldiers could. It was waiting for them right now somewhere on top one of the mountains you could see along the eastern horizon ... In order to get to them, you first had to pass through this jungle. Lara had visited this region a couple times before, and since she'd built up a good relationship with the tribe that lived here, the three of them hadn't anticipated any trouble when they started across. Only it turned out the original bunch of natives recently got chased out by another bunch. Lara had met them before too, where they used to live. Wasn't on as good terms with these fellahs. 

Time to fix that. Time for diplomacy. A new friendship had to be established. 

In order for them to be allowed to continue their journey, it was decided they would have to get initiated into the tribe. Meaning they had to go through a rite of passage, to earn acceptance. 

And because they were female, the rite they got assigned was this silly flagtag game. They had to win it. Or at least one of them had to. 

Their nifty little trio was made up of Lara Croft, the famous/infamous Tomb Raider, her friend Karen Crowe, a not nearly-so-famous photojournalist (though it was she who brought the report of the UFO crash to Lara's attention, starting them off on this particular adventure), and lastly, Lara's best archaeology student, Margie Bannon, who happened to bear such an eerie resemblance to her mentor that they were frequently mistaken for siblings. 

They were playing against all the adult men of the tribe, except a few that were too elderly to participate. So that stood things at three against seventeen. 

Everybody was given colorful furry monkey tails to wear, buttoned to tight leather belts. The tails were from real monkeys that these people hunted and ate for food. Real long and bushy. The men also put on wooden monkey masks, carved with fairly scary expressions. The girls didn't have to wear masks. Good thing, too. You could tell from the way the men fidgeted with them that they weren't comfortable and also hard to see out of it. Gave the girls a bit of an extra advantage. 

What they had to do was run from the village to a particular tree on a hilltop, a few miles away. With all the men pursuing them, of course. The target tree was the tallest in the region and sacred to the tribe for whatever reason, with decorative ribbons and strings of beads threaded through its branches. The girls were supposed to climb it. If they managed to do that without getting caught first—meaning, without any of the men pulling off their tails, before they got up there—than they won their place in the tribe. 

If they lost their tails, though ... if any men succeeded in pulling them off their belts, like the flags in flag football ... then they failed their test and they'd become slaves of the tribe instead of members. Not forever, but for a month or so. The next full cycle of the moon. Once that was complete, then they could have another go at the ritual. Same rules, same chances. 

It was never specified how they'd be treated, if they lost the game. What sort of tasks they'd be expected to perform. Nonetheless Karen felt she had herself a pretty good idea. Didn't take a great deal of imagination, did it? Not when it was boys against girls like this. 

And every one of the guys had himself an erection poking under their loincloths, as they were getting their masks and their tails fitted on. Joking and jostling each other at the starting line at the edge of the village like a bunch of drunken frat boys, and they all stank of pot. Kept slapping each other's shoulders and butts. 

Sheesh.  

The girls were gonna get a short head start, and they weren't making the run over open ground—instead it was through the densest part of the jungle. Making this nonsense much more of a hunting game than a straightforward race. Also, the girls were allowed to try to grab the tails off the men, if they wanted, and keep any that they snatched. Men that lost their tails were immediately disqualified and had to return to the village in disgrace. While the girls got to button on the tails they took—which would make it harder afterwards for them to get captured. 'Cause then the remaining men had to take their extra tails too, in order to catch them and beat them. A girl had to be rendered completely tailless to lose the game. More tails they were able to snatch and add to their belts, better off they'd be. Tails to spare, plus less men left hunting them.

So all in all, despite the odds, they had a decent fair shot at winning this, felt like. 

Karen was still more than a little bit scared. Butterflies in her tummy, big time. 

It would be really, really embarrassing if she blew this; she wasn't exactly any kind of athlete. And the student, Margie, fit as she was, she still looked pretty damn nervous too, but as for Lara, she didn't seem worried at all. In fact she said this was gonna be fun. The exact words she used were "Good sport." 

Kept telling Karen and Margie over and over not to fret. "These lads are perfectly harmless. Just high spirited and rather randy. Take it as a compliment. Don't let it trouble you. And winning this won't be hard. I'm certain they won't make it difficult for us. Just a quick dash through the trees and it'll be over and done with, before you know it. Bit of arsing about, for a lark. Good exercise. And it proves we're not too full of ourselves. That's all this is meant to do, mainly. Gonna make a nice funny story for our friends back home." 

2.

Karen wasn't doing too bad, so far. Had three tails at the moment. Got up to four, until a minute ago, when a dude jumped out of the bushes and grabbed a couple off her, one in each hand—but she reacted fast enough to swing around and grab his tail as he was backpedaling from her. Putting him out of the game and leaving her with three still instead of just two. 

Still had a long distance to cover 'til she reached the special tree on the hill. She'd been taking things fairly slow and careful, since she knew she didn't have the wind nor the speed to make running the whole way worthwhile. Damn tree was too plain far for that to work. Creeping along soft and sneaky was a much better approach. Slipped her hiking boots off (and her socks, too, so they wouldn't get ruined), and that had helped quiet her movements. The ground wasn't as mucky as you might expect, for a jungle. She was a little worried about getting bit by something nasty while her feet were unprotected, but also knew that was just being paranoid and childish. The fucking natives always ran around barefoot without worrying about it. And her stealthy strategy was paying off. 

A minute ago she caught a brief glimpse of Lara sprinting by, with a huge toothy grin on her face. She hadn't noticed Karen, and was heading in completely the wrong direction. Probably doing that deliberately. She'd collected seven or eight tails. Maybe more than that—went out of sight too quick for Karen to make certain. Had some of them tied to her upper arms, instead of her belt, 'cause she had so damn many there wasn't enough room on it no more. Karen didn't think Lara was even trying to get to the target tree. Looked like instead she'd chosen to hunt the hunters. And was having herself a grand ol' time in the process, judging from her expression. Well, that was Lara for you. Sure was. Crazy as fuck, but you had to admire the arrogant bitch. She always lived up to her rep.

Then Karen heard shrill yelling—a woman yelling. Only one person it could be. And laughter, on top of it. The laughter of men. 

They weren't far off. She went to take a look. Risky but she couldn't resist. Had to see what was happening. Lowered herself to her belly behind a fallen log, and then peeped through the tangled roots sticking out crazy from the end of it. Safer vantage point than trying to peek over the top of the log. Though it wasn't likely the men would have noticed her anyhow. Not having Margie in the middle, to hold their attention. Karen could probably have stood up and did jumping jacks and still been perfectly okay. 

Yeah, they'd got Margie. They'd got her tailless. Four of the guys, they'd surrounded her, working together. She was definitely captured. She was definitely done for. 

Now they'd all grabbed her at once. They'd lifted her off her feet, holding her completely up off the ground between them, stretched out flat in the air in a wriggling X-shape. Everybody supporting a limb. And Jesus, they'd already got the rest of her clothes off. They'd worked damn fast. Flung the things over their shoulders into the bushes, so the scattered bits and pieces were hanging from various branches, all shredded or at least pulled inside-out. She had nothing left except her distinctive sunglasses, with the round mirrored lenses. You didn't see Lara wearing those much anymore, like she used to in earlier days, but Margie still did most of the time. Kind of taken that look over for her, you might say. 

Karen thought the rules of the ritual/game dictated that the lucky evil victorious bastards were supposed take Margie home to the village before they got to do anything else with her, but they definitely weren't sticking to that, in the heat of the moment. They were already pretty much going to town on her, right here on the spot. Two of the fuckers had her tits in their mouths, as much as they could make fit. Trying their hardest to suck her nipples off her chest. The other two guys—the ones supporting her legs, if supporting was the word you wanted to use—they'd both got busy with their fingers. Diddling her cunt and her joy-button, and also reaming out her butthole pretty harshly at the exact same time. 

Well, at least nobody'd gone so far as put their cocks to her yet. You had to wonder how long they'd hold back from that. Not much longer, probably. Guys being guys. Plus Karen remembered reading somewhere once that primitive cultures generally weren't real big on foreplay. Tended to just get right down to business and seal the deal as speedily as possible. 

Then again, watching this bunch made you question an assertion like that ... and considering the way Margie was responding to their current ministrations, after just a minute or so, they might decide to keep doing what they were doing for quite a good while yet, regardless how primitive their culture was supposed to be. 'Cause they were certainly making her give them one holy heck of show. With all the skills of so-called civilization at its most decadent and depraved. 

"You guys! You GUYS! Oh geez geez JEEZZUS CHRIST!" 

She squirted for them. And she squirted a whole bunch. It was like a garden hose. 

"Wait! Wait a sec! Gimme a sec! Please! PLEASE! GAAAHHHUUURR!" 

She'd just done it again! Already, after barely thirty seconds ... and sprayed out just as much as the first time. Just as big a stream. 

Karen was, frankly, astonished. Confounded, too. She never believed people did that in real life—not like Margie just had. A huge jet like that—twice! Yes, it happened in porn movies, and she knew some porn stars made it their specialty—not that she watched much of that stuff herself. Still always believed it had to be faked somehow. With hoses and clever camera angles. 

Appeared she'd been mistaken about that, and naive. More things in heaven and earth than are dreamed of ... however the rest of it goes. Holy fucking shit. Wow. 

Then, with another scream, Margie did it AGAIN! Where was it all coming from? Did the girl have an extra bladder or something? 

"You guys ... you guys are gonna kill me, seriously. Seriously! I'm seriously serious! Please! Gimme a minute, okay? Just a minute! Just a—fuck! Fuck you guys! Fucking FUCK! FUUHHAAAHHUUCK!"

Karen was jealous, a little. She really was. Just wanted to know what that felt like. Just once in her life, some day. Coming like that had to feel different than a regular orgasm. 

Was it an extra-strength orgasm that made your body squirt? Or was it the squirting itself that would give you an extra-strength orgasm, only provided you had the kind of special weird cunt that could do it? Was it a gift of God, something rare and freakish you had to be born with? Like extra nerves or tubes or glands inside you down there, maybe. Or was it something any girl could learn, with concentration and practice and self-discipline? Like yoga or whatever. 

Soon as she got back to civilization, Karen was gonna have to visit a bookstore. See what she could dig up on this crap in the sexuality and self-help sections. 

She'd crammed her hand down the crotch of her shorts. Hardly conscious of what she was doing to herself—too caught up with watching Margie and the men—until Lara nudged her from behind.

"Hey," she hissed. 

That made Karen squirt a little—she felt it on her fingers. It wasn't orgasmic pussy-juice, though. She just wet herself a tiny bit in the ordinary fashion, from the shock when Lara startled her. Practically gave her a heart attack. 

"Don't you think what you're doing might be a tiny bit rude?" Lara asked her, whispering in her ear, "Imagine how Margie would feel if she knew you were getting yourself off on what was happening to her. Imagine how you'd feel if your positions were reversed. Then again, I suppose that was exactly what you were thinking, wasn't it?" 

Karen's face broiled with shame. She almost started crying. "I don't know what's come over me. I wouldn't normally behave this way."

"There's very little mystery to it. Don't be daft. You got turned on. Happens to us all, from time to time. It's the natural human reaction to erotic stimulus. And I think Margie's performance qualifies." 

"But I'm not like this! I'm not normally turned on by spying on people. I don't understand how this has got to me so bad. I don't really like looking at other people having sex. I mean, I never have before. I don't enjoy watching porn—it just makes me feel embarrassed or sick, most of the time. Only seeing Margie act like that, I don't know, it's completely different ... Better than porn. But worse too. This whole crazy situation has just got so ... outrageous. Out of control." 

"It certainly has. And so have you. Swept up in it, is all."

"I wish you hadn't found me like this. It's utterly humiliating."  

"Now, now. Don't go to pieces on me," said Lara, "No sense in it. I won't tell Margie. I wouldn't do that to either of you. She'd be just as mortified as you are, I think. But come away from here. Let's get to that damn tree. That shall bring this outrageousness to an end." 

"Shouldn't we do something for Margie? Can't we help her?"

"Not really, not now. I suppose I could probably sneak closer and then make a rush at them. Take all their tails before they knew what was happening, while they're so, er, distracted. But that wouldn't undo Margie's capture. The only way we can do that is to reach the tree and win the game." 

"Don't you have your guns? Just make them stop and put her down!"

Lara sighed. "We're not going to resort to unnecessary violence. That shit starts, I'll end up having to massacre everybody. No thanks. Anyway, I left my weapons back at the village. And they're not harming her. Not really. It's plain to see. Silly girl let them catch her, just to find out what would happen and what it would feel like." 

"Are you sure?" 

"Pretty damn sure." 

Margie was squealing and squirting again. "I'm gonna COME! You guys! Oh you guys! I'm gonna come again! You guys keep making me come again and again! Oh God I can't stop COMING! Oh God! GOD! Ohhhuuhh GAAWWWD!" 

"My word," Lara muttered, "Well, there's nothing more to be done. Let's move, Karen." 

"Just a minute. Just ... you go ahead. I'll be right behind you. In just another minute." 

Lara made an exasperated clucking sound with her tongue, but after that she fucked off and left Karen alone. 

Allowing Karen to finally finish taking care of her needs. Thank Christ.

One can only stand so much. Some things, once seen, can't be unseen or simply shrugged off. An answer must be given. The only answer that can be given. 

Unfortunately, while she was still busy with that, another of the tribesmen found her. Literally stumbled over her, by chance. But even though he tripped and fell flat on his face, he rolled over super-fast and grabbed all three tails off her belt before she could scramble clear. Mostly on account of the fact her shorts and panties were pushed down around her knees at the time. Hindering her maneuverability. It was a mistake for her to have done that. 

You get dumb and reckless when you get too horny. It's as bad as being wasted. Your brain closes down. Fact of nature. 

But Karen didn't much mind getting caught, not at that point.

"Oh shit, you've got me. Now I'm ... all yours. I have to let you do whatever you want, don't I? 'Cause that was the deal we agreed to. Oh! Oh my! Oh that's ... that's big! You're ... big! You feel ... really ... big! Oh! Oh!" 

The guy soon brought her a much stronger or at least more exciting conclusion than her own hand would have. Well, probably. It's always more exciting when it's really happening, with another actual person. Right? Not to say his cock ended up making her squirt like Margie or anything as wild and explosive as that. But the guy was a pretty damn good screw. Nothing grand or showy, and by no means the best she'd ever had, but he got the job done. Gave her what she needed. 

Left her a satisfied customer. Most of the time, that's all a girl wants, same as the guy. Really.

Just basic coverage. Not to get left hanging ... That's always the main thing. 

Pretty rare it doesn't happen, though. At least for Karen it usually ended that way. Most guys were too fucking quick off the gun for her. She didn't need a Bond or Casanova—just to get to come. Any guy that could last long enough to manage that and didn't leave her dangling again, he automatically earned himself a gold star.  

3. 

Pretty soon Lara made it to the sacred tree by herself and ended the game and saved them. Margie and Karen wouldn't have to stay fuck-slaves in the village for the next month. Since Lara had earned a position in the tribe, that gave her the right to set them free. Tomorrow morning they would all continue their journey to the mountains in search of that mysterious UFO. And a few of the tribesmen, with a taste for adventure, had expressed an interest in going with them, if their chief would give permission.

Freeing her comrades didn't turn out to be quite as simple as saying so. That was how it seemed it was gonna be at first, when the rules of the game first got explained, but then the story got changed somewhere along the way by the medicine men. Turned out Lara still had to fuck the chief once, in exchange. Well, she didn't make a stink about it. Just got right to it and got it done. 


Lara Croft: Tribalism



Pinned him down in the dirt and galloped his brains out, right in middle of the village. The whole tribe looking on, with their mouths hanging open. Their chief had never let a woman fuck him on top before. He complained at first, when Lara got started. But she didn't relent and wouldn't roll over, and the chief stopped his fussing real soon. His howls of outrage turned to howls of ecstasy. 

Karen doubted Lara got to come. Chief wouldn't have given her enough time, fast as he went off. Barely took him two minutes. Probably in those circumstances, and from the way she'd gone about the business, Lara hadn't cared to. Just wanted to make a point, and not be subtle about it. And hey, that she had certainly accomplished.