I do not own or have rights to Tomb Raider. This is a fanfiction and for fun only.
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Seymour
We had just got to this cursed island and things were not going the way I had expected. We had just set up camp and had already been ambushed and overwhelmed by a subculture of Ruso-Japanese islanders little known as the Solarii.
We had not been in their village center for more than 10 minutes before they had me strip Lara Croft naked, literally cutting her clothes away with a dagger. They demanded she show them her willingness to submit, and hoped to humiliate her. Little did they expect, it takes more than a blowjob with a small audience to humiliate Lara Croft when she wants something.
So here we are, being led through the Solarii village after nightfall, with Lara Croft following close behind me without a stitch on, save for her socks and combat boots.
"You will be staying here," Jarku, the war chief of this clan, said. It was a surprisingly sizable house made of clapboard and corrugated steel, possibly made from a shipping container or God knows what kind of salvage.
"Thank you, Chief Jarku," I said, speaking for the group when I knew in my gut it should have been Lara. "These accommodations are more than we could hope for," I said gratefully.
Jarku shouldered past me and practically stepped on Lara's toes, putting his masked face right to hers. "You and your friends played the Elder's game... but I'm watching you, and I know how dangerous you are." This cold man held Lara's eyes the whole time, never once breaking his focus to look at her body.
To Lara's character, never once did she flinch or back away from the intimidating figure of Jarku. We still had no idea what was under that mask. Lara flicked her eyes to me, not in fear or looking for help, but the expression looked questioning? Ah.
"Lara was struck the last time she attempted to speak. She doesn't want to be hit again if she attempted a rebuttal," I said, taking my best guess at what she was trying to convey.
Jarku let out a satisfied exhale of breath. "Just don't speak in front of the Elder, Croft."
"Very well," Lara said with a confident smirk. "He may be the elder, Chief Jarku, but you're the smartest man in this village; you're not underestimating me just because I'm naked or a woman. That being said, I hope you do enjoy your watching over me," she smiled and turned from him, and she came to my side, kissing my cheek. The Elder had told us pretty plainly that as long as Lara followed his rules and stayed attached to my hip, she was off-limits and protected.
If we could see his face, I would bet he was snarling under that intricate but nightmarish wooden mask. Not wasting any more breath sparring with Lara, he took his leave, heading back towards the Elder's hall.
"Lara, are you okay?" Sam asked. She had been quiet for most of the day, and not just since we were in the village. We had seen a couple flashes of my ex-girlfriend's old attitude, but she had been gloomy, almost sick, for most of this trip.
"I'm fine, Sam," Lara said as we three went into our shack. It was far from a penthouse, but it was larger than our tent, and offered more protections, honestly. It had a burning barrel in the center for a heat and cooking source, and in one of the corners there was a sizable fuel pile for it. There was a single mattress, but it looked large enough for the three of us. There were no pillows to speak of, no sheets, but there were some surplus blankets so we wouldn't have to worry about freezing.
"I wouldn't mind clothes," Lara shrugged as she approached the bed, "and some food wouldn't be amiss, but other than that, I'm fine. I expect they'll try to break my spirits, but as long as Mr. Phelps is the one to dole out punishment to my body, I expect I'll survive," she said with a wink in my direction as I went about building a fire in our barrel.
"I can go find some food, I bet," Sam said, taking the first initiative we've seen from her. "You shouldn't leave the shack unless you have to. I know you're a free spirit, and you're welcome for that," she teased, and it was nice to hear, "but they don't deserve to see you."
Lara chuckled. "If you could by some way come by food at no cost to yourself, I think we'd all be most grateful."
"Yeah," Sam nodded. "Let me see if I can make some magic happen." Before I could say anything about staying safe or being careful, she ducked out through the "door" which was actually just a hung-up thick wool blanket.
"She'll be fine, right?" I asked, pointing in the direction Sam had gone. "Did you also notice that during the day she seemed weak and exhausted, but now that it's dark she seemed fine, maybe even like her old self?"
As our fire kicked to life and Lara came to stand by the fire, she nodded. "I had noticed that, and good observation yourself, Mr. Phelps. At every turn you continue to impress me," she said with a smile, and I found myself feeling tingly and shy. It had nothing to do with her nakedness. Genuine praise from Lara just made me deeply happy and proud of myself.
"Truly, though, you're doing okay? You're not secretly wishing we had never come out here?" I checked in.
Lara shook her head. "I promise I'm doing okay. I will confide in you if that changes, however. This isn't the way I had expected this adventure to go, but it's better than the last time I ran into the Solarii. For example, no one has actually tried to beat the shit out of us or burn Sam alive to unleash a terrible goddess."
I nodded. "You being forced to be naked is unfortunate, but it does sound better than torture and death," I chuckled.
Lara looked at me with a teasing smile, and I knew she was about to trap me with her words. "Is it so terrible, Mr. Phelps, that they're making me be naked and at your disposal whenever you should wish, or that someone may request a show in exchange for something we may need?"
I blushed and looked away, kicking myself for knowing that she was in a feisty mood. "Okay, so this might be a fantasy for me, but I mean I can see why it's not ideal for you," I said, trying to backtrack. Sam came back before Lara could make her rebuttal.
"I was able to find a little charity, mostly curious people," she said as she held out a cloth sack. "Someone also donated because they saw the Lara parade," she giggled.
Lara rolled her eyes. "I think my body might be our meal ticket for a while, chaps. Mr. Phelps, I think we'll have to keep you hydrated."
I swallowed hard at that comment as Lara took the little bag of offerings from Sam. "Anything good, Lara?" I asked, changing the subject.