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The Wolf's Snare	By : JustS Category: +S through Z > Tomb Raider (all) > Tomb Raider (all) Views: 92564 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 9
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THIS IS BOTH PATH A AND PATH B OF THE THIRTEENTH CHAPTER
Warning! This is a smut-light, plot heavy chapter. Don't worry, more sex-filled content is on the way. More info at the official AFF forum thread: http://www2.adult-fanfiction.org/forum/index.php/topic/56394-the-wolfs-snare-feedback-review-replies-notes-and-crazy-ramblings/page-7
Head back to chapter six for an explanation of the A and B path system.
Chapter 13 – The Bandits
Lara stood frozen, horrified at the grim scene before her. Upon the forest grass lay the bloodied and lifeless body of one of the wolves, killed by a crudely fashioned spear that had been rammed into his chest. What appeared to be his assailant lay spawled several metres away; a grubby, human male in ragged clothing who was as lifeless as his victim. The man lay in a pool of crimson blood, his throat having been ripped out by another member of the pack. Said wolf, seemingly acting out of self-defence, had alerted Lara to the incident when he had returned with his head and mouth coated with fresh blood.
While Lara was shocked and saddened by the sudden loss of one of her pack, her mournfulness was overshadowed by the manner in which his life was taken. The implications of this skirmish were far reaching for her and her pack.
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It seemed like a lifetime ago now, even though actuality it had only been a few months. Back before Lara had settled into a hedonistic, lust-fuelled life style with the wolf pack, when she still wore clothing and kept her hair up in a neat ponytail, her arrival on the island seemed like the worst moment in her life. She'd washed up onshore, barely alive and alone in a strange land, without a single possession besides her clothes to survive with. That should have been absolute rock bottom.
But then she came across the bandits; filthy, unfriendly-looking men who hunted her through the forest like an animal. Suspecting that these aggressive strangers would have nothing but ill intentions towards a lone young woman, she did her best to outrun and elude them but in a matter of hours she had been caught and hauled to what appeared to be their base. She was taken into a rickety wooden shack, one of several placed against a huge, sheer rocky ridge in the forest. She was thrown into one corner of the single-roomed building and guarded by a man with a spear and a man with a bow and arrows until their leader turned up.
Lara was truly terrified. Never before had she felt so helpless and unsure of her safety. And yet, her body pulsed with life, not whithering from fear but instead urging her to keep fighting back. Her heart raced hard as adrenaline still flowed throughout her system after the desperate pursuit in the forest. A sense of nausea pervading her throat and stomach, likely due to exhaustion and the lack of sustenance. She felt light-headed and her vision was hazy, almost as if she was disconnected from her own, sweating body. She kept trembling not only from fear but also from some previously dormant urge that made her feel like she should to be doing something to escape this suffocating place.
It wasn't long until what appeared to be the bandit leader walked in. He was an older man with a thick grey beard and Caucasian skin that was darkened with dirt and a tan. He had a wily manner to him - not in a sweet and cheeky way but more like a cut-throat crime boss kind of way. He had what appeared to be British navel tattoos on one bicep and spoke with a southern England accent that Lara couldn't pin down. He also packed a silver handgun in a holster on his belt which was by far the most sophisticated item Lara had spotted among the bandits.
He began to question her, standing over her while she sat quivering against the corner walls. His dark, leering eyes roamed over her whole body more than once as they talked, further filling her full of dread. He wanted to know where she'd come from, if there were others who came with her and what had happened to her ship's wreckage. They were logical questions given the situation but she sensed they were being asked in the interests of him and his men, not her.
Grimly suspecting that the situation could turn ugly at any moment, Lara did nothing to further provoke her captors. Having no motive to hide her reason for being here and mentally praying that at least one of them might take pity on her plight, she told the leader her story, replacing the part about searching for the legendary island with something about an archaeology expedition. At the very least this conversation stalled them from doing anything else, giving her more time to try to devise a means of escape.
The grizzled man allowed the young women to explain everything but seemed mostly nonplussed by what she had to say. He was disappointed that the girl hadn't provided him with what he wanted most – a way off the island – but she was a pleasing consolation prize.
'It's a pity about your ship and that you didn't bring more people with you. Me and the men don't want to be stuck here any more than you do and we get awfully bored.'
As he stepped closer to Lara, the rear of his metallic gun glinted in a shaft of light that was beaming through the shack's shabby roof. She realised that the weapon might be her only lifeline but only if this guy was foolish enough to bring it within arms reach. Not wanting to blow her one chance to take it and use it against him, she held back her primitive and desperate urge to lash out at the first sign of danger and waited for the perfect moment.
The leader gingerly crouched down before Lara, apparently showing some concern for her. The captured brunette grew more unsettled the closer he came.
'Don't worry though Lara,' he said with a smile that attempted to be tender. 'now we've found you, we'll take good care of you.'
He began to stretch out his left arm towards Lara, moving it slowly so he wouldn't startle her. His hand reached her head, first brushing some of her brunette locks away from her face with his fingers. His rough and slightly oily digits then proceeded to gingerly caress the side of her face.
Lara's heart was in her throat as her whole body tensed up. This touching was definitely not welcomed, especially since he had her ostensibly pinned against the bottom corner of the room. But was this display actually one of tenderness or did this guy in fact have unsavoury intentions? Given her first impressions of him and his group, Lara suspected it was the latter, as much as she hoped it wasn't.
A new adrenaline buzz surged inside her body, urgently imploring her to do something. Still, she waited to see if he would force her hand and give her the opportunity she was hoping for. Despite the expression of fear and revulsion on her face, the leader's fingers and palm continued to travel down Lara's face, his grubby skin rubbing over her own soft and relatively clean flesh. His digits slowly and unsettlingly travelled down her rosy cheek, her slender neck and onto the right side of her chest. They purposely avoided the strap of her tank top, touching as much of her bare flesh as they could until they reached their destination.
Before she knew it, Lara felt his fingers and palm squeezing her right breast through the thin fabrics of her tank top and bra. Her whole body flinched, both from revulsion and her resisting the urge to physically fight him off.
'Don't...' she uttered, half-pleading, half-warning him.
She continued to look into his face, hoping to see some expression of mercy or even sympathy. However, all she continued to find was a mesmerised expression of what would best be described as greedy excitement. His only apparent response to her plea was to bring his second hand up take hold of her other breast, proceeding to slowly and rhythmically squeeze both of her ample womanly protrusions. Lara grunted and squirmed with discomfort, her face covered with anguish. Her assailant growled contently, a smile of wonderment and satisfaction upon his filthy lips. Without ceasing his uncaring and relentless fondling of her soft mounds he got down on his knees and moved right up close to her. Taking up a position besides her left leg, he leant in and spoke softly in her ear.
'We'll take good care of you Lara... if you're a good girl.'
His warm breath on her earlobe made her feel even more sick and violated. He left a pause in his speech but stayed right up close to her, continuing to grope her breasts through her clothes.
'Well? Are you going to be a good girl?' He soon asked, his whispery words laced with implications.
With her prior plea ignored and his body baring down upon hers, Lara finally conceded to herself that his mind could not be changed. Despite the vileness of the situation, she knew she now had to play along with him to create the best chance of taking his weapon.
Eventually, she responded to him, trying to sell the tone of a begrudgingly submissive victim as best she could. It was not easy, given what he was already doing to her body against her will.
'Y-yes... if you don't h-hurt me...' she uttered.
'Oh, no-one's going to hurt you,' He whispered with a sickening smile. 'In fact, I'm going to make you feel wonderful.'
Lara resisted another violent flinch as the leader placed a kiss upon the side of her neck. The warmth and moistness of his lips made her skin crawl but she kept laser-focused on her end goal, subtly and tactically moving her right hand onto her right thigh.
He began to place more tender but unwanted pecks on her cheek and neck. Lara gasped as she soon felt something intensely warm and moist contact her skin. He proceeded to drag his tongue up her smooth flesh and up behind her ear.
'Mmm... you taste so good.' He briefly muttered into her ear, before continuing to leisurely lick around the area.
After enduring several more repulsive seconds of the situation, Lara finally saw her moment. In a split second, her right hand shot to his left hip, grabbing the handgun from its holster. In one smooth motion, she jabbed it against his belly and released the safety catch. She felt his entire body freeze up, his hands abruptly ceasing fondling her breasts while his lips and tongue withdrew from her neck. The two watchful sentries, who were also taken completely off-guard by her deft manoeuvre, attempted to step forward and reach for their weapons.
'Nobody moves or he gets bullets in his guts!' Lara barked at them, a raging and calculated fire having suddenly igniting within her.
She watched as the two paused in nervous consideration before slowly standing down.
'Weapons on the ground... slowly.' She loudly ordered.
The two obliged but clearly weren't happy about it.
'This is a rather rash move, Lara.' Came the leader's voice near her head, now sounding anxious and decidedly more serious than before.
She turned her head to face him with an expression of fierceness that could have seared the soul of a weaker man to ash. There was a momentary tremble of fear in his dark eyes. Unfortunately, his soul did not collapse into a dusty substance but Lara still took a modicum of pleasure from seeing him crack.
'Hands up.' She calmly but forcefully ordered.
The leader slowly removed his hands from her chest, raising them high above his head.
'Now stand up... slowly.'
He smoothly rose to his feet as instructed with her following him up. Lara positioned herself so she was standing behind him with the gun barrel pressed against his back.
'Now, here's what's going to happen. We're going to walk out of this shack and out into the forest. Your men are not going to interfere with us. At the first sign of trouble I pull this trigger. Is that clear?'
Without moving from his compromised position, the leader waited a few seconds before he brashly unleashed a rebellious outburst.
'How far do you think you're going to get! Even if you get away, you don't know this island like we do, you've got no chance-'
'Shut up!' Lara bellowed.
He kept angrily ranting. Lara repeated her order, becoming increasingly agitated by his disobedience. She told him once again, jabbing the gun barrel even harder into his back, increasingly feeling like she needed to pull the trigger to control the situation.
Finally, he quietened down to a calm rant but had one last thing to say.
'There's no-one else out there, you stupid bitch. One way or another you'll end up back here.'
Lara did not heed his words of warning. Getting away from these men was her primary concern right now. Anything else could be dealt with later.
'Yeah, well, we'll see about that.' She told him. 'Now move.'
Reluctantly, the leader was marched out of the shack with the gun still digging into his back. Once outside, Lara spotted a handful of his minions milling around the camp grounds.
'Nobody moves or I fill him full of holes!' She shouted across the base.
Luckily, most of the men were caught off-guard by the situation and did not appear to have any ranged weapons on them. As Lara began to walk her hostage across the shortest distance she could see to the edge of the camp, she spotted an area out in the open that seemed to be reserved for weapons. A crude wooden work bench had a number of simply crafted items either on or next to it.
'Hold it here.' She told the leader as they pulled alongside the bench.
She quickly picked up a bow and a quiver of arrows, slinging them over one shoulder. She grabbed a large hunting knife, one that looked too sophisticated to have been fashioned by the bandits here on the island, and pocketed it. Finally, she took the only gun that was present, a similar looking handgun to the leader's, noting that it still had a clip inside.
Still holding his hands in the air, the leader decided to pipe up again.
'Refusing our hospitality is one thing, but robbing us? Girl, you're-'
'Shut up.' Lara said curtly.
She then proceed the pull him around so he was now facing toward the centre of the camp and she was still behind him but with her back to the forest.
'Move.' She commanded, slowly and carefully walking them backward away from base.
Seconds later, they were approaching the border of the camp's clearing and the edge of the forest. Lara continued to look past him, making sure none of the men were following them or lining up any projectile weapons. She felt a slight wave of relief as they stepped through the bushes, rocks and trees of the forest, gradually watching the bandit camp disappearing from view. After several minutes of awkwardly walking backwards, the weary leader, whose aching hands now rested on top of his head, spoke up again.
'How far are you going to take this?'
'As far as I have to until I feel like I'm safely away from your group.' She replied, a determination still in her tone.
'You're never going to be 'safely away',' He scoffed. 'We own this island. There's no where to run. Trust me, we'll find you. We've got the numbers, the time and we know the land. Besides a few weapons, you have nothing.'
'Be quiet!' Lara growled through gritted teeth.
Though she was not about to resign herself to life as a sex slave for these men, there was truth in some of what he said. Right now, she had to believe the island was big enough to avoid them, at least for a while, or that she could find a way off of it.
They walked for a few more minutes before the leader dropped his hands to his sides and stopped walking.
'Did I say you could stop?' Lara barked as she pushed the gun barrel sharply into his back once again.
'You can't walk me across the whole island, girl.' He calmly replied.
He slowly began to turn around towards her. Not wanting him to reach for the gun, Lara stepped back out of arm's reach, grabbing the weapon in both hands now.
'Turn back around and put your hands back up!' She ordered, looking at his head through the sight of the handgun.
He ignored her command and gave her an unnervingly casually smile.
'You can't take me with you, you know this.' He said, his attitude now surprisingly laid back. 'You're going to have to kill me.'
Lara gripped the handgun a little tighter. She had been wondering how she was going to make a clean break without him. Killing him was a potential option. Except it wasn't. Lara had never killed another person before. She had never needed to nor wanted to. Though this guy was clearly a nasty and unruly piece of work, could she really take his life?
As Lara mentally wrestled with heavy moral issues, she was unaware that she was playing into the leader's hands. He had picked this place to stall their progression for a reason. It was at roughly this spot where his gang usually had a man placed as a forward lookout. Unbeknownst to Lara, their discussion had tipped off a tree-bound sentry to the pair's presence and his boss' predicament.
Initially planning to shoot her with an arrow from his bow, the scout noticed how his leader was providing a distraction to his kidnapper and that there was an opportunity to take this young woman both unaware and alive. He was slowly and quietly climbing down his tree behind Lara's field of vision, hoping that his leader would do enough to keep the woman's attention until he could sneak up on her.
'I see, so you've never done this before.' Continued the leader.
Even though his words were primarily meant to divert the girl's attentions, he seemed to be doing a good job at messing with her mind too.
'Well, that's going to make living here on the island even harder. Have you even hunted animals before? My, how do you expect to feed yourself?'
The scout had made it down from the tree and was stealthily walking toward Lara from behind.
'If you come quietly back with us we'll feed you and keep you warm, not to mention protect you from the wildlife out here. Oh, that's right, I don't suppose you knew that there are wolves and other dangerous beasts here on the island. Of course, you'll have to repay us with certain... favours.'
Lara's gun aim wavered as he rambled on. She really wanted to shut this bastard up and pulling the trigger would be the fastest yet most reprehensible way to do so. She desperately tried to conjure up a way to send him away or leave him here without killing him, but she didn't fancy her chances approaching him while he was acting this cocky. His emboldened attitude had her on edge. It was if he knew something she didn't or he was playing some elaborate game with her for some reason.
He began to slowly step towards her, seemingly assured that she wouldn't pull the trigger of the gun.
'This is your last chance to come willingly.' The leader said, his dark eyes locked onto hers.
Finally sensing that something was wrong, Lara quickly spun around to see the scout reaching for her. He caught her hands as she desperately tried to aim the gun towards him, forcing her to point the weapon away and attempting to crush her wrists in his grip. Lara swiftly and sharply brought her left knee up between his legs, delivering a powerful blow to his groin. He briefly cried out in pain as his whole body recoiled back in agony, inadvertently freeing the brunette's wrists.
She quickly attempted to take aim with the pistol, fully ready in her harried state to pull the trigger. But the leader, still behind her, got to her before she could line up a shot. Before she knew what was happening, his strong left arm had wrapped around her neck, squeezing tightly to both cut off her air supply and prevent her from moving. His right hand grabbed her right wrist and held it downwards, leaving the handgun pointing impotently at the grassy ground. Her left hand clawed and pulled at the arm that had her in the sleeper hold, frantically trying to pry the powerful limb off. Her mouth hung open as she gasped for the air that was cruelly being denied from entering her windpipe.
As the leader continued to suffocate the frantic brunette, he shushed her before whispering softly into her right ear:
'Just relax Lara. You're going take a little nap and we're going to take you-'
Lara wasn't listening to his smug, condescending words as she struggled to escape. Suddenly, she remembered the knife she had swiped from the camp. She dove her left hand into her pocket and grabbed the weapon's handle so the blade was pointing downward. She swiftly pulled the knife out into the open and fiercely swung her left arm back, aiming for the leader's body. The blade pierced his left thigh, splitting skin and muscle as Lara stabbed with all her available strength. The leader bellowed loudly, hurting her hearing, as she made another hard backwards stab. The second blow stuck him in the thigh again, but only lightly this time as he was in the middle of falling back in agony from the first attack.
Freed from his grip, Lara stumbled forward, wheezing for air. The scout immediately filled her vision again, though hunched over in pain he was up on his feet and reaching for her once more. She swiftly juked left, avoiding his clutches but losing her shaky balance. As she fell to the ground she intentionally released the knife, grabbing the gun in both hands. She twisted as she dropped, allowing her to land almost flat on her back and take aim at the scout. Seeing his large aggressive form baring down upon her, Lara immediately squeezed the trigger.
A deafening blast stung her ears and the weapon felt like it was leaping backwards from her hands. Getting over the initial uncomfortable sensation almost immediately, she frantically pulled the trigger twice more to make sure that she'd hit her assailant. She was quickly assured that she had as the scout's limp body flopped down onto her. Lara squealed in horror, frantically pushing his fresh corpse off of her, rolling him in the opposite direction that she rolled herself. She quickly got to her knees, still catching her breath from her suffocation and this new stressful turn of events. Her eyes immediately went to his corpse, confirming that he was definitely dead. One of her shots had caught him in the forehead and at least one other had hit him in the chest. He'd died with a wide-eyed expression of shock upon his face. Even though he had threatened her life, part of Lara hoped he was taken quick and painlessly. Blood was pooling around the hole in his head, while the wound in his chest was staining his shirt a crimson red. Some of it had gotten on Lara after he fell upon her, spattering her face and leaving a large stain on tank top. She suddenly felt and rushing and overwhelming urge to throw up. Thankfully she didn't, but only because she'd just caught sight of the leader lying stricken on the ground.
Slowly and shakily rising to her feet, she slung her stolen bow and quiver of arrows back up her arms. Training the barrel of the handgun on him, Lara cautiously approached, stepping around the scout's body. She felt another wave of nausea as she observed this second grisly scene. Blood was pooling beneath his damaged limb, thinly spurting from his first, more viscous wound. She must have hit an artery. He looked up at her, an expression of searing pain on his face as he clutched his grievously damaged limb. Lara stood before him and lowered her weapon, realising that he was in no condition to attack her again. She was no medical expert but an injury that severe needed immediate expert attention otherwise he would bleed out. If they were back in civilisation near a hospital he might have had a chance. Out here, he was doomed.
'I warned you not to mess with me.' Lara eventually said, through gritted teeth.
Despite the old man's agonised suffering, all she could muster was hate for him. She hated him not only for what he had done to her, what he had threatened to do to her but now for what he was forcing her to do.
She walked along aside his lying body, stopping next to his head. She raised the handgun enough to point it towards his forehead. Looking up at her, he closed his eyes and laid his head back, accepting that this was the only way. Lara felt the resistant of the trigger on her index finger, mentally readying herself for the sound and force of the gun, bracing herself to kill another man.
She waited a few seconds, watching the leader's pitiful face through the wavering sight of the pistol.
'You're not even going to say sorry.' She uttered in disgust.
Realising that he had shown her zero remorse for his actions, suddenly Lara felt decidedly less willing to quickly put him out of his misery. She was ostensibly doing him a favour after he had disrespected and abused her. What he'd said earlier about it being desperate and harsh on the island, and that his men would likely try to hunt and capture her again, was absolutely correct. She now felt like saving this precious bullet was far more reasonable.
She latched the safety and slipped the gun into the rear waistline of her trousers. She took one last look at his wretched and weak face before walking off. She recovered the fallen knife from the ground near the scout's body and salvaged all of the extra arrows she could from his quiver. Then she moved out, heading in the opposite direction of the bandit camp, leaving the leader to his agonising fate.
As she moved deeper into the wild unknown there should have been fear upon her face. She should have been trembling, maybe even stumbling, after the horrors of what she had just gone through. Instead, she strode through forest, a hardened scowl on her features. Instead of wilting under the cruel forces of that savage gang, she had fought bitterly and proved that she would do anything to preserve her own freedom. They had underestimated Lara. Lara had underestimated herself.
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Even though it had been months without any sign of those men, the fact that they had been out there somewhere on the island had always quietly gnawed at Lara. Becoming part of the wolf pack had given her a sense of safety but this fresh, bloody scene before her was a harsh reminder that she couldn't go on ignoring the problem.
Lara and her wolf companion travelled back to den cave to tell Jennifer the grim news. Their fallen pack member would be given a respectful burial. The bandit's body would be buried far from the cave to prevent it from acting as an indicator of the wolves' territory. Lara would find a way to tell Jennifer that soon she was going to hunt down and kill the rest of those men.
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