by Nicole Sutter
Running down the dank, dark corridor that was lit only by a few flickering torches, Lara Croft drew her twin machinepistols and cut loose on two more of Professor Von Croy's assassins who had been lying in wait for her behind a gold Egyptian sarcophagus.
They died in a blaze of gunfire and the tinkling of brass shell casings.
Lara holstered her weapons and picked up another medipack and a couple more ammo clips. She then examined the barred door before her. The keyhole resembled the artifact she had purloined in the last level of this Egyptian tomb. She took out the Scepter of Isis from her backpack, and sure enough it fit like a glove into the keyhole.
As the door squeaked open, Lara Croft drew her machinepistols and carefully walked into the adjacent room, never noticing the broken floor tiles beneath her booted feet. They gave out before she could make a jump and grab to the ledge beyond. She tumbled and fell, impaling herself on long rows of razor sharp steel spikes...
"Awww... fuuuuuck!!!" Iwana Binder threw her Sony PlayStation controller down with disgust and stalked away from the TV set. She was in the living room of her small studio apartment in West LA.
Tall, black and beautiful, Iwana was dressed for a casual evening at home in a black Xena tee shirt and Hanes for Her panties. She looked at her room mate and best friend Tai Anne Roper and shook her head. "Shit, grrl... Ah ain't never gonna get through this goddamned game!"
Tai Anne Roper remained silent, as she had since early this evening. Iwana sat back down to try again when the phone rang.
Iwana picked up the cordless. "Yo, what you want?"
"Yes, ummmm... is this Ms. Tai Anne Roper?" Male voice. White, older and educated. Iwana instantly distrusted him.
"Nope, this be her roomie Iwana. Ms. Roper is kinda... tied up right now." Iwana looked over at her roomie and snickered.
Ms. Roper was indeed kinda tied up. She was lying on the carpeted floor before Iwana in a rather strict hogtie. Hands secured behind her back with police issue handcuffs, elbows together with black leather straps, more straps about her naked shoulders...
Not to mention the rope cinched about her ankles and above and below her knees and even the crotchrope anchored 'tween the cuffs and around her trim waist that were cutting deep into her cunt and making her squeal every so often into the massive rubber ballgag that was strapped deep into her mouth.
Add the black blinder on her face, and all she could do was hear Iwana's nasty snicker as she twitched and rocked... causing the crotchrope to rub her clit a little harder. The spandex bikeshorts and crop top she wore were almost lost in the web of rope and leather.
"Well, can you get her for me?" The white guy asked. "Its a matter of life and death. My name is Matthew McClintock."
"Hol' on." Iwana snugged the phone against one of her pillowy, Xena-clad breasts. She yanked off the blinder, causing Tai to look around, blinking wildly. "Mr. Whiteguy here sounds like a possible client, you wanna chat him up?"
"Hmmmp hmmph!" Tai nodded her head frantically yes. Even when hogtied (and Iwana would say especially when hogtied) Tai Anne Roper was a beautiful young woman. Long and lean and curvy, with long black hair that framed a face that was pretty even when distorted by a massive rubber ball shoved into her mouth (Iwana would say especially when... oh, never mind.).
"Gonna cost you, sistahgrrl..." Iwana warned.
Tai sighed, a long string of drool easing down her chin. Iwana closed her eyes as her cunt twinged. Again Tai nodded yes.
"Waitasec, she comin' now," Iwana said into the phone. Actually, Tai had been coming most of the evening, compliments of the remote controlled vibrator Iwana had secured deep within Tai's tight lil box. She undid the straps to the ballgag and plucked it with some difficulty out of her mouth.
She put the phone to Tai's face.
"Hello, Ms. Roper?"
"Ugh... bleeh... I mean, Yes! I am Tai Anne Roper."
"Good. Matt McClintock here. You have heard of me?"
"Yes, of course, Mr. McClintock." Owner and CEO of McClintock Industries. The biggest biotech firm west of the Rockies. Worth mucho millions.
"This is in reference to my daughter, Jessica. She is 19, and currently a junior at McCloud University up here near Berkley. Two days ago she vanished while visiting San Francisco."
"Yes, I read about it in the LA papers. Any developments?"
"None, both the police and the FBI have nothing, its like she just vanished into thin air!" The irritation and worry in his voice was self-evident. "Your name was given to me as someone with experience at finding young women who have been kidnapped... or have run away."
"I do have a good track record," Tai said. "Which one of those two categories do you think Jessica has fallen under?"
"That's what I want you to find out." McClintock replied. "Whatever your going rate as a private investigator is, I will double it. I will also pay all expenses and give a 25 thousand dollar bonus upon Jessica's safe return."
"Tha... that's quite generous, Mr. McClintock," Tai said as little dollar signs orbited her head. "When can we meet?"
"How about tomorrow around noon? I'm staying at the Sir Francis Drake here in San Francisco." He paused. "If you like, I can have a private jet pick you up from either John Wayne International or LAX."
"No... Thank you for the offer, but I prefer to motor up there myself. I'll be there by noon."
"Looking forward to seeing you then. Good night, Ms. Roper."
"Good night, Mr. McClintock."
"Well, well, well!" Iwana Binder said as she clicked off the phone. "Looks like sistahgrrl gonna be able to pay some of the backrent she owes!!!"
"Grrrr... I thought I paid that off when I hadda play French maid to you and all your lezzie friends!" Tai replied with a growl.
Iwana laughed at the memory of a corseted and satin petticoated Tai moving about, trying not to spill a tray of drinks as she was pinched and prodded by a roomful of drunken leather dykes.
"Well see 'bout that," Iwana said as she settled into the leather couch beside Tai. She easily picked Tai up by the shoulders and set her down on her knees so she was kneeling before Iwana's spread legs. "But, the question before you now, is how you gonna get out of this jackpot, sistahgrrl?"
Tai gulped. "Look, I only asked that you handcuff me so I could see if I could work a lockpick behind my back... I didn't ask you to add all this rope and... and..." Tai groaned and keened as another unwanted orgasm swept over her. Iwana had palmed the remote control of the vibrator and was using it to devilish advantage.
"What-evah," Iwana said dismissively. "You want outta dem ropes, you gotsa earn it, sistahgrrl!"
"Yes, Iwana," Tai said wearily.
"Good! Now get mah panties off and pleasure yore Ebony Goddess like an Ebony Goddess likes to be pleasured!"
"But how?" Tai twitched and pulled against the ropes and straps that bound her.
"Figure it out, sistahgrrl."
Tai Anne Roper looked wide-eyed as Iwana spread her dark, muscular legs wider before her. Tai then wiggled herself forward and arched her face into Iwana's sopping wet panties. She got a hold of the lacy trim with her teeth and gently pulled them down, being careful not to pull on any of Iwana's short and curlies.
It took about ten minutes, but by then she was pulling the damp panties off Iwana's left ankle and had them in her mouth. She tossed them away with a swing of her head.
"Good girl," Iwana purred. "Now get yore face in there deep... and remember whatevah drips on the floor, you gonna lick up."
Tai licked her lips and eased forward, helped by a gentle nudge from Iwana that sent her splatting face first into Iwana's rather verdant Rubyfruit Jungle.
Iwana groaned and squeezed her thighs around Tai's head as she got busy with her tongue. It didn't take long for Iwana to orgasm, but she was feeling greedy tonight. Maybe after a few more...
An hour later, Iwana tenderly untied the ropes that held her friend, even unlocking the handcuffs that had stymied her freedom. She released the crotchrope and reached gently into the hot, wet folds of her cunt, removing the vibrator that had been buzzing away for quite some time.
Iwana rolled Tai over onto her back and whispered her name. Tai was well and truly blitzed. Her eyes were dilated, her face was red and wet and when she tried to talk, bubbles of girlcum oozed from between her ripe lips.
"You gonna be okay, sistahgrrl.... Mama gonna take care of her baby..." Iwana kissed her and picked her up in her arms, carrying her effortlessly to her bed.
Chapter Two