Day 3 - Crossover/Lesbian/Shibari - Tomb Raider and Wonder Woman

Hipployta breathed a heavy sigh and rubbed the bridge of her nose.

“And we’re certain it’s safe?” She asked as patiently as she could manage.

“Yes, majesty.” The guard bowed. “As soon as hands touched it, the spell triggered and brought it into our vault.”

“Then this hardly seems worth reporting.” Hippolyta sighed. “If they are touched by unworthy hands, they return unharmed. It is not as if this has never happened before, the time must not be nigh.”

“I’m aware, your majesty, but…” The guard cleared her throat nervously. “This one brought somebody back with it.”

“A man in Themyscira?” Hippolyta wrinkled her nose in disgust.

“No, a woman!” The guard couldn’t hide the excitement in her voice.

“A woman?” Hippolyta’s head whipped to Nubia, who looked just as shocked as she was.

“Yes, your majesty!” The guard couldn’t stop herself. “Perhaps womankind is on the verge of being free, and need just a push-”

“Do not get your hopes up,” Hippolyta waved a dismissive hand, though she herself felt a bit more hope than she’d let on. “Worthy is not some arbitrary set of requirements. If the artifact judged her unworthy of liberating Man’s World, there is naught we can do to help her.”

“But still,” The guard whined. “You will at least have to be the judge of it.”

“Yes, I shall.” Hippolyta waved the guard away, who rose without any attempt to hide her eagerness and bolted for the door of the main hall.

Hippolyta let the silence hang a moment, trying to sense just how she felt about all of it. Of course, it couldn’t actually mean anything. It was some manner of accident, but there was some yearning part of her that longed for a freer sky. A Themyscira not at the edge of the world, but the center of it.

“What do you make of it, dear one?” She turned and asked Nubia when she could bear her own thoughts no longer.

“I was with the honor guard that was tasked with removing the girl from our vaults.” Nubia responded evenly. She was playing her emotions - whatever they were - close to her chest. “I found her fiery and difficult. Unimpressive, but certainly a sign of progress.”

“And you, my heart?” Hippolyta gestured to Diana. “I understand you assisted her.”

“I agree with what Nubia says, at least that she was fiery.” Diana seemed much less reserved, smiling with an almost giddy humor. “I quite liked her. Though she’s perhaps not our liberator.”

“On that much, I think we all agree.” Hippolyta sighed. “Though I understand why Nubia would say she’s not the one, I’m curious to hear your thoughts, daughter.”

“Welll,” Diana looked around the room somewhat evasively. “In my time in Man’s World, I’ve certainly seen womankind make great progress from how you describe the olden days. It’s just…”

“Just?” Nubia asked.

“Well, I once used the teleportation magic present in the artifacts for an escape.” Diana admitted. “For which, I have apologized. What matters is that it isn’t pleasant, expedient, nor does it lack for ample warning that something is happening.”

“What you suggest is that our prisoner clung to the item despite knowing it was a bad idea.” Nubia observed.

“Exactly that.” Diana nodded. “Dazzling lights, ominous voices like a warning from the gods, an immense shaking and queasyness. Let’s assume for the moment our prisoner was not some **** tramp - which she hardly seemed like.”

“I gather your meaning.” Hippolyta frowned. “What sort of foolhardy, avarice-besotten soul would suffer the ride from Man’s World?”

The door opened once more and the guard reentered, leading the prisoner with the lasso tied tight around her. Her mouth was gagged with a white fabric binding while her wrists and chest were tied in an almost playful manner by the golden length of Diana’s holy weapon. She was a tall, lithe girl, visibly dangerous even in the presence of Amazons. Her dark brunette hair tied back in a single ponytail and her toffee-colored eyes whipping alert around the room like a barely-caged animal. She was dressed in a pair of khaki shorts that left exposed great lengths of toned pale legs and whose pockets had been turned out, holsters empty, and belt left hanging open. While her aquamarine tank top already seemed like it had some trouble holding her quite sizable chest in place, Diana seemed to have tied her restraints in such a way as to push those assets up even more, drawing yet further attention to them. Despite some obvious dirt and grime caked about her, she appeared unharmed - if furious.

“Why is the prisoner gagged?” Hippolyta asked after looking her up and down.

“She kept blurting every stray, unimportant truth that entered her mind.” The guard answered nervously.

“That is a common response to the lasso’s touch. Though, if she intended it as a defense mechanism or if she’s simply unused to telling the truth remains to be seen.” Hippolyta waved apathetically. “Ungag her.”

“I believe she called Nubia an ‘exotic stallion.’” Diana commented with a smirk.

“I failed to understand her intention.” Nubia shook her head.

“I said I was sorry for that!” The prisoner yelped as soon as she was ungagged, clearly embarrassed. “I would never describe somebody that way usually!”

“The lasso can compel a great many things, both buried and on the surface.” Hippolyta rolled her eyes. “It blurs the lines between the conscious and the subconscious.”

“I’m not racist, at least I don’t think I am.” The prisoner blurted, blushing as she did. It was incredibly clear that there was no sense of defense or intentionality to it, her hands kept trying to dart upward to clap over her own mouth. “Though I suppose if it were deeply buried, I wouldn’t think so.”

“Relax, outsider.” Hippolyta waved her hand. “Fair Nubia took no offense from it.”

“It confused me,” Nubia added honestly.

“Well.” The prisoner sighed. “I suppose there were worse things my repressed mind could have called you.”

“Such as?” Nubia raised an eyebrow as she asked.

“Let us not tempt fate, my Amazons.” Hippolyta raised her hand.

It took the prisoner a second to process what she’d just said, and once again her hand darted to cover her mouth. She gave an excessively squirming, apologetic look toward Nubia. Hippolyta couldn’t fully suppress a smile. As wise as Nubia was, she perhaps had not spent enough time in man’s world to recognize the fawning, almost reverential affections of one who put barriers and shame in front of their desires. Albeit, Hippolyta herself had also never seen it expressed quite so awkwardly.

“What is your name, prisoner?” Hippolyta asked.

“Lara,” The prisoner responded in a chirp, eager to be onto other subjects even if it meant blurting out every single true answer to every single question. “Lara Croft.”

“Lara, my name is Hippolyta.” The queen feigned a bow without rising from her seat. “Fair and wise Nubia attends me at my right hand, and my charming, strong daughter Diana attends me on my left. Tell me, do you know where you are?”

“Well,” Lara glanced around, though it seemed little more than a symbolic gesture. “When I was teleported into a lightless vault, there was a solid hour or so where I thought my luck might have finally run out and I was in hell. At this point though, it does seem a lot more like heaven?”

“Perhaps it is both,” Hippolyta gave a dramatic chuckle, but her guest didn’t seem to be impressed. “You are in Themyscira, home of the Amazons.”

“Amazons?” Lara blinked and looked the three up on the throne platform up and down, sizing them up as if she hadn’t been paying full attention until now. “I suppose that does check out. Closer to heaven, then.”

“Now tell me, Lara,” Hippolyta leaned forward. “What brought you to pillaging the Gloves of Asclepius?”

“Right,” Lara responded nervously. “Well, I was following a lead about an Atlantean tomb-”

“Atlantean?” Nubia sat forward. “The Phoenicians are still around?”

“Different sea people,” Lara winced. “Bit of a language quirk, that. Though neither are still around.”

“How did she answer like that?” Diana frowned.

“The lasso behaves strangely with scholars and poets.” Hippolyta waved. “Both have a way of answering the question you intended and not the one you asked.”

“Well I’m not a poet.” Lara shrugged. “But I do have a degree in Greek history, another in Iranian-”

“Yes, a scholar.” Hippolyta cut her off. “But then why pilfer the gloves? Why not leave them where they were found for further study?”

“Well, she is English.” Diana commented idly.

“I see your daughter is up to speed on things,” Lara pointed with her tied wrists. “I probably would have donated it to a university, I swear.”

“Probably?” Hippolyta raised an eyebrow.

“Yes, probably.” Lara blurted. “It’s nearly impossible to keep them for yourself when the civilization was wh-”

She snapped her teeth closed on her tongue hard enough to make her wince, hard enough to bring tears to her eyes. But it achieved the effect desired, for a long second between them, the only sound to be heard was the wind passing through the tapestries.

“Biting your tongue is one of the few ways people have found to avoid answering the lasso,” Hippolyta smiled in recognition. “Though I would warn you, overreliance on it can be… damaging.”

“I’d like to be gagged again, if that’s alright.” Lara responded after a moment.

“So you imply you intended to try keeping the gloves, even if you couldn’t get away with it.” Hippolyta soldiered on.

“Yes.” Lara answered, though with less shame than any of the three watching expected.

“Now tell me, do you think yourself the savior of womankind?” Diana asked.

“No?” Lara looked at her in confusion.

“The tools we leave behind in the World of Man are to be weapons of liberation for when the women there are ready to throw off the oppressive yoke of men.” Hippolyta explained patiently. “The Healing Gloves of Asclepius, the Bow of Artemis. Tell me, do you think yourself equipped to throw off the yoke of men?”

“Well, no. But that doesn’t mean I’d be unwilling to try.” Lara smiled diplomatically. “Most of the ones we’ve got in charge at the moment are right bastards.”

“I’m sorry, outsider. But since the gloves rejected you, you will not be the one. It is not time.” Hippolyta sat back, the guard behind Lara deflated visibly.

“Damn.” Lara replied after a moment. “I guess there’s still an alien invasion to hope for?”

“Tell me,” Nubia spoke softly. “When the gloves began to warn you to unhand them, why did you persist? Very few mortals make the trip back to us.”

“I’ll be honest, not the most impressive theft deterrent I’ve seen.” Lara blurted.

“What?” Hippolyta asked humorlessly.

“I’ve been doing this for… quite a long time now.” Lara continued. “Seen a lot of magic things and non-magical things that are supposed to stop you. Lights, voices, and some mild nausea really aren’t going to stop me. You didn’t even try to maim me.”

“Exactly how many likely priceless artifacts have you stolen?” Nubia asked with barely-restrained contempt.

“Why would you do this?” Diana couldn’t help adding on.

“I’ve lost count, hundreds.” Lara flinched as soon as the words had left her mouth, but couldn’t stop her tongue. “You see, I’m incredibly wealthy and this is about the only thrill-”

“Judge her not too harshly, beloveds.” Hippolyta held up her hand. “Man’s world is still consumed by greed, ****, and prejudice. She is a child of her environment.”

“Even if so, she still has freewill.” Diana argued.

“On that, I agree.” Nubia nodded.

“A fair point,” Hippolyta acceded. “Tell me, outsider, what do you think of Themyscira?”

“Well, the only parts of it I’ve seen are a dark vault, a surprisingly lovely prison cell, and this throne room.” Lara mused. “It’s certainly… clean.”

“Ours is a world secluded from the world of men, cut off through all physical means.” Hippolyta gestured around. “It is one free of your world’s greed, it’s cruelty.”

“It could just be my small sample, but it seems boring.” Lara blushed as she said it. Grinding her jaw.

“Boring?” Hippolyta laughed. “My child, in this world we want for nothing. We pursue art and leisure as we desire. We work satisfying labor where we serve no masters. And we share each other’s pleasure and passion.”

“Ah,” Lara nodded, blushing deeper. “I was waiting for the part where you shared each other’s pleasure.”

“Yes, my child. Love is freely given and accepted here.” Hippolyta held out her arms triumphantly.

“Tell me, is there a single amazon here that wouldn’t draw the attention of every man in a hundred-foot radius?” Lara asked plainly, then leaned in conspiratorially. “Is that why you hide yourselves away?”

“We cut ourselves off because of the evil that rests in the heart of man,” Hippolyta responded curtly. “An evil you’ve allowed into your own heart as well.”

“What? You mean because I want to f-” Lara cut herself off by biting her tongue again. “The greed, you mean the greed.”

“Yes, child.” Hippolyta smirked. “Now, knowing that you have transgressed against us, what would you have me do?”

“Well,” Lara sucked air through her teeth nervously. “This is usually the part where you kill or **** me - rather, you try - but I’d really prefer we avoid that.”

“What good would it do us to **** you?” Hippolyta frowned. “The Lasso can get us every answer we desire without the possibility of falsehood. And no sadist in Themyscira would inflict pain on you beyond what you consented to.”

“That’s certainly a relief.” Lara frowned. “Though that leaves execution open.”

“No, outsider.” Hippolyta wrinkled her nose in disgust. “We would gain nothing from killing you. We will return you from whence you came, after a fashion.”

“Certainly, your ways are wise and noble.” Lara nodded with false sagacity. “I must accept your generous offer.”

“But before we do, we will strive to break the hold that avarice and **** has upon your heart.” Hippolyta frowned.

“There’s the rub,” Lara sighed, closing her eyes and letting her head roll back on her shoulders.

“I will entrust my daughter to show you the righteousness of Themyscira. Its pleasures, its wisdom. After spending mere days in our world, your mind will reject those vices and failings which man’s world so rewards. Your mind will be perfect as one of ours.” Hippolyta declared.

“Sorry, you did say its pleasures?” Lara asked softly after a moment’s silence.

“Yes, my child, it’s pleasures.” Hippolyta smiled. “My daughter Diana is quite skilled. I entrust her to reshape you quite excellently.”

“I see, I see.” Lara glanced down for a moment and back up again. “Can Nubia join us?”

***

Lara fell giddily back onto the bed, and the two Amazonians followed her.

Nubia, out of her regalia, looked like she was carved out of some extravagant dark stone. Her long coiling hair danced around her muscular shoulders like a soft black cloud. Her hands were far rougher than Diana’s, but moved and gripped with such casual authority that any time she didn’t leave marks on Lara’s skin, it was as if she’d commanded it so. She ran those hands up either of Lara’s hips, around the rise of her ribcage and onto her breasts. As she crawled into bed each one of her abs rippled under her skin like concealed weapons, each tree-trunk leg moving gingerly as all her focus went into her hands. Twisting, pulling, rubbing Lara’s nipples between her fingers, eliciting a response effortlessly. Lara could see wetness glistening among the thick black hair between Nubia’s legs, but she knew from experience that before Nubia wanted any pleasure of her own, she wanted to grope, to feel, to drink in. Perhaps that was where she got her real pleasure from.

Diana was no less imposing, though she was a bit more curvy. Her tan arms and legs were still wired with the kind of strength that would have made snapping Lara’s neck as casual as pulling back a sheet, you could still make out not just the muscles of her stomach but the spaces between, but she also had a surprisingly round, surprisingly full bottom. Her olive breasts were more than a handful. And, framed by her straight black hair, her face had an almost motherly roundness. Unlike Nubia, she was all business, albeit with a strange definition of business. She had tied the lasso around Lara’s naked body into fishnet patterns across her stomach and back, looping her wrists together behind her back, tying her chest as to squeeze her breasts up and forward, between her legs to frame her pussy like an invitation. She **** Lara’s legs open as she moved onto the bed, fingers immediately finding her lips, then head darting down to find her clit. Her eye contact with Lara was perfect, unblinking, as she pulled sharply with her breath and her teeth.

A couple things had become clear very quickly. Firstly, that the Lasso’s length was really more of a suggestion, growing and shrinking seemingly as Diana needed it. Secondly, that both of the girls involved were certainly not new to this. And thirdly, that for the first time in her life, Lara had perhaps found somebody who could match her appetite. Two of them, in fact!

There was a table fit for a banquet beside the bed, piled with soft and hard cheeses, fresh fruit, cleaned raw fish, breads and crackers and baked goods and- Oh the wine, she couldn’t forget the wine.

Nubia seemed to notice her glancing, and let go of Lara’s breasts long enough to move behind her. Lifting Lara’s head up into her lap, she reached over to the table and picked up a nearby piece of fruit. Lara shook her head. Nubia selected the nearest glass and Lara nodded. Carefully, Nubia eased it to her lips and let Lara drink, careful not to tip too much. Drinking like this, especially without hands, was a delicate business.

It was a tart, dry red wine. Lara could have emptied the cup then and there, and nearly did. She let Nubia keep tipping the glass forward until she pulled it away. Even then, Lara pouted like a baby begging for a bottle.

“Are you a fan of Dionysus?” Nubia leaned forward and fondled Lara’s breast casually, looking down at her with something bordering on adoration.

“His work, certainly.” Lara sighed back.

Diana lifted her head from between Lara’s legs a moment, though her fingers kept twisting and grinding inside of her.

“Tell me, do you feel avarice losing its grip on you? When you return, do you intend to stop robbing tombs?” Diana asked unseriously.

“Nope!” Lara responded instantly. She would have said the same thing without the lasso. “That avarice is really in there deep. Perhaps if you really got your fingers up in there-”

Diana cut her off by making her gasp, pushing another finger in and starting to really pump her digits up against Lara’s most sensitive spots. Lara’s gasp turned into a happy, squirming sigh. Her legs kicking and scraping askew against the feather-soft sheets of the bed.

A pleasantly warm breeze was blowing in through the curtains, bringing with it the smell of the sea. In the distance, soft music was wafting along the wind. If there was one part of this Lara wasn’t absolutely thrilled with, it was the openness. Every wall of their little villa had a glassless window in it, as the days were never so hot nor the nights so cold that one needed insulation. But that also meant a real lack of privacy. They could constantly hear the chatter of Amazons walking past, some even stopping to push open the curtains and take a look inside. Watching whatever Lara and her companions were doing at that point in time - usually involving six legs and horizonticality. Offering to join, joining. It was hard for Lara to mind too much, considering the worst-looking Amazon still prompted exceptionally unheterosexual feelings in her. But there was some aspect of her that still felt a hair twinge of shame every time. Perhaps that was one of the things that the ‘righteousness of Themyscira’ taught out of you over time.

“She’s been quite the tough nut,” Diana lamented to Nubia.

“I know.” Nubia responded. “We may have to keep her even longer.”

“I’m just not sure I can be saved,” Lara sighed dramatically. It wasn’t actually a lie, either. “Though I am enjoying your trying.”

“Even when we let her go, one of us may have to follow her into man’s world, to be sure she’s taking to her teaching.” Diana mused. “Reaffirm our lessons if she acts up.”

“Perhaps she can be domesticated.” Nubia smirked.

“Like a pussycat!” Diana chirped excitedly.

“You know, I’m not used to talking myself into a better deal.” Lara admitted.

Diana grabbed Lara’s legs and pulled them up around her shoulders, then dove her mouth back into Lara’s cunt. Lara completely failed to stifle a squeal at the feeling of Diana’s expert tongue attacking her clit at the same time her fingers pushed forcefully upward inside of her. Nubia smiled, stroking Lara’s hair and trailing her fingers down the side of her face. She gave Lara’s breast another squeeze before reaching over to the table. Bringing an ice cube down and rubbing it in a quick circle around either of Lara’s nipples, she then pressed it against the outsider’s lips until Lara took it against her tongue.

Nubia let Lara’s head slide out of her lap, and a moment later had positioned her crotch up over her face. With a little shake of her muscular rear, she lowered her sex down against Lara’s mouth. Lara lapped eagerly, tongue finding the bud of Nubia’s clit and trying to play her licks around the ice cube in her mouth, bringing all three into contact as much as possible. Even with Nubia’s thighs to either side of her head and muffling her hearing, Lara could hear the woman’s moans and affirmations. She started massaging Lara’s breasts again. Both of them tasted sweet, but Nubia in particular was almost like sugar on her tongue.

Lara couldn’t help but shiver and tense as it all built into yet another fantastic, sweating mess. Diana worked between her legs not only with admirable expertise, but with a genuine enthusiasm that made Lara question if she actually believed they were curing her or if she was just having as much fun as possible while she could. Nubia’s rough, powerful hands knew exactly where to be soft, playing her like an instrument while her smell, her taste, and her warmth dominated Lara’s senses. Lara felt herself topple over the edge in darkness, in something like silence, and in ecstasy. Her back arched and invited Nubia to rub her belly softly, Diana only clutching Lara’s hips tighter as the outsider squirmed and jerked under her machinations. Lara’s eyes rolled back. There was nothing but bliss. Nothing to see. Nothing to hear. Certainly nothing to think. The three of them shared their pleasure, and there was certainly more than enough to go around.

When Nubia lifted her hips, Lara felt genuinely offended. She had wanted to stay in that void of pure pleasure giving and pleasure receiving for a lot longer - forever, if possible - but she realized that the ice cube had long-since melted in her mouth and that her tongue had gotten lazy at its work. Nubia’s sex was near-throbbing with excitement, pink flashing from within her, exposed by her arousal. Lara could feel her wonderfully sweet wetness left behind as Nubia leaned forward and lifted Diana’s head from between the outsider’s legs. Pulling her into a kiss. Diana took the challenge and then some, sinking her hands into Nubia’s hair and steering them carefully to the side of Lara. Their hands raced around each other’s bodies, not exploring, they seemed more than familiar with just about everything the other could possibly have to offer.

“Not that I don’t enjoy watching you two,” Lara asked softly. “But perhaps you could untie me so I might enjoy my dinner while you… go at it?”

The two broke their kiss after a minute and looked her way. Lara practically squeaked. Their combined gaze wasn’t withering or annoyed, it was… predatory.

“I fear we have forgotten ourselves, Diana.” Nubia sighed.

“Yes, I blame myself.” Diana sighed back.

“No, it’s my fault.” Nubia insisted.

“I refuse to let you say that.” Diana growled.

After a moment’s play-fighting, Nubia settled in beside Lara on the bed. Pressing her chest against Lara’s arm and propping herself up on an elbow. She slid a pillow under Lara’s head as she reached out and traced a line down her chest to her navel that woke goose bumps up on Lara’s skin.

“Of course we can’t untie you.” Nubia spoke in a soft, dusky voice.

“But we can certainly enjoy dinner.” Diana slid in to Lara’s other side with a glass of wine in her hand.

The two of them pressed close enough to practically blanket her. Lara suddenly felt like a very small boat in a very large sea. Even leaving aside the fact that they could have played catch with her - at distance - if they so desired, they were both quite larger than her. And, as Lara tried to squirm down between them, she realized quite warm.

Diana eased the cup to Lara’s lips and let her drink a moment before pulling it away. Lara started pouting again, but Diana lowered the cup over Lara’s chest and slowly tipped a trickle out onto one of her breasts. Nubia bent forward and started to lick it up off of her skin.

“Ah…” Lara started. “No rest for the wicked, I suppose.”

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