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It went without saying that tomb raiding was about as far from a safe hobby as you could get. Lara Croft couldn’t even begin to count the number of potentially fatal hazards she’d run into over the course of her career. Bottomless pits, booby traps (both magical and mundane in nature), sharks, dinosaurs, bloodthirsty mercenaries, immortal Atlantean rulers with potentially apocalyptic plans - the list went on and on.
Contrary to popular belief, however, quicksand was near the very bottom of the list. In fact, the only reason it was on the list at all was because she’d run into a few magically-enhanced pits of the stuff on very rare occasions.
For an experienced tomb raider like Lara, quicksand was less of a danger and more of a minor inconvenience. Despite what old adventure movies would have you believe, quicksand was slow-acting and easy to escape as long as you stayed calm and didn’t make too many sudden movements. Even if you panicked and sunk at full speed, the low density compared to the average human body meant it was effectively impossible to sink below waist level, regardless of how deep the pit was.
Of course, just because quicksand was rarely dangerous didn’t mean it couldn’t be dangerous. Lara knew all too well that anything could be potentially fatal if you used it in the proper way - something that many of her now-deceased enemies had learned to their detriment.
And as fate would have it, Lara had found herself in a situation where falling into quicksand would spell a short, messy end for her.
“Just my luck,” Lara grumbled to herself, biting down hard on her gag as another tremor of forced arousal shot through her body. “The one time a bunch of cut-rate thugs manages to get the drop on me, and they just happen to be the only band of amateur treasure hunters who can tie a decent knot.”
Admittedly, part of the reason Lara had gotten herself captured was because she hadn’t expected to run into much opposition on this expedition. During a recent job in China, she’d come across a few ancient pages of a 10th-century merchant’s diary, hinting at the location of a secret cache of hornbill ivory hidden deep in the rainforests of Borneo. Thinking a short, simple treasure hunt would be a fun way to kill time, she’d flown off to Borneo at her earliest convenience, taking only the bare essentials with her.
Which, in Lara’s case, meant only bringing enough guns and ammunition to take on a small army.
Unfortunately, it seemed that at least one other copy of those diary pages existed, as she’d run straight into a group of scruffy, heavily-armed treasure hunters with their own sights set on the ivory cache. Negotiations had broken down right off the bat, as the leader had told Lara exactly what he thought about sharing his prize with “some prissy rich bint with more money than sense and knockers the size of gglllrrrkk!”
Lara wasn’t quite sure how big a “gglllrrrkk” was supposed to be. Maybe whatever he was saying would’ve made more sense if she’d let him finish talking before she shot him in the neck. Oh well, no sense crying over spilled milk.
Needless to say, the remaining treasure hunters hadn’t been all that thrilled with Lara’s rebuttal, and a firefight had ensued. Lara had done her best with her limited arsenal, but a near miss from a flashbang had stunned her, allowing one of the men she’d thought was down and out to club her over the head.
When Lara had woken up, she’d found herself bound and gagged more thoroughly than she’d ever been in her entire career. Her wrists and elbows were both tied securely behind her back with rough, scratchy rope, and a short length of twine had been knotted around her thumbs, making it even harder for her to free herself. Her knees, ankles, and big toes were bound together in a similar fashion to her arms, and the ropes around her wrists and ankles were closely linked, pulling her body into a strict hogtie that forced her to keep her back arched. Just in case she had any delusions about being able to call for help, a fist-sized wad of old rags had been packed into her mouth, held in place by a thin white strip of cloth tied tightly between her lips.
Such a tie would have been more than enough to render any normal woman completely helpless, but Lara Croft was no normal woman. She’d been practicing escapology for years just in case she ever found herself in a situation like this. No matter how expertly tied the ropes around her were, slipping her way out of them wouldn’t take her more than twenty minutes.
Unfortunately, the treasure hunters clearly knew better than to underestimate her, so they’d taken steps to encourage her to stay still. In addition to stripping, binding, and gagging her, they’d made use of some convenient vines to suspend her facedown from the branches above her - and unlike the ropes, the vines were tied as sloppily as possible. Every movement of Lara’s body would loosen the knots supporting her, and too many false moves would cause them to give way entirely, dropping her face-first onto the rainforest floor.
Or more accurately, into the pit of quicksand directly below her.
As harmless as quicksand may have been under normal circumstances, it would be nigh-impossible to escape the pit while she was tied up like this - and that was assuming she managed to roll over in midair so she didn’t get her face stuck in it and drown. Even if she survived the initial fall, she’d be a sitting duck for any of the local fauna that wanted to wander over and take a bite out of her.
For example, the crocodile that was lurking in the foliage off to her right, staring up at her with its beady eyes and waiting for the moment she would fall.
All of that would have been more than enough to keep Lara occupied for a long time, but apparently, one of her captors had been a perverted bastard as well. Under her shorts, a pair of egg vibrators had been pushed deep into her pussy, the remotes taped to her inner thighs to keep them from swinging around. Both vibrators had been programmed to change their intensity at random, forcing Lara to split her focus between untying herself and keeping her arousal in check.
Right on cue, a muffled yelp escaped Lara’s gag as the vibrators simultaneously jumped to their highest settings. Reluctantly, Lara let her fingers slip away from the knot around her thumbs and clamped her jaws tightly around the mass of cloth, forcing herself to stay as still as possible despite the pleasure surging through her.
As far as Lara was concerned, the vibrators were easily the most insidious part of her bondage. It was bad enough that they kept distracting her while she was trying to undo her bonds, but they also placed a sort of time limit on her escape. Lara’s willpower might have been impossibly strong, but not even she could resist the vibes buzzing away inside her forever. Sooner or later, she was going to cum - and when she did, she knew there’d be no way to stop herself from breaking the vines in the throes of her release.
Finally, the maddening vibrations subsided, allowing Lara to focus once more on picking away at the twine around her thumbs.
“Almost… just a little… there!”
Though it was only a small victory, Lara couldn’t help feeling an overwhelming sense of elation as the knotted twine unraveled and fell away from her hands. She flexed her fingers a few times, working some feeling back into the sore digits as she prepared to focus her attention on her wrist ropes.
It was all about taking things one step at a time. Once her wrists were free and she was no longer hogtied, she’d have a much easier time untying her ankles. She might even be able to free her knees as well if she pushed her flexibility to its limits. From there, all she would need to do was swing herself just right so that she landed on the ground instead of in the quicksand, then outrun the crocodile and look for something sharp she could use to free her elbows.
And once she was back on solid ground and out of danger, she’d be free to hunt down the bastards who had-
A loud buzz and a muffled whine echoed through the rainforest clearing as the vibrators sped up once more, interrupting Lara’s initial attempt to undo the knots around her wrists. She quickly stilled herself, but not soon enough to prevent the vines from lowering her another half-inch toward the quicksand pit.
This was going to take her longer than she’d thought...
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