Multiversal Mishaps (For Crooked)

[Tsona]

This bimbo (a word that Stacy soon found herself enjoying more than she should have) still was following her?

Suddenly turned around, Stacy's immediate reaction was to try and pull away as her wrist was grabbed. It seemed however there was somewhat of a difference in strength however, Lara being a seasoned and quite active explorer and Stacy being...a rather disheveled college student who didn't see the sun all too often if she could help it. Squinting at Lara, she took the next string of words with the expression of someone listening to the history of stamp collecting. However she snapped out of her boredom at the last statement, frowning as she tilted her head.

"Sore...bum? I'm not sure...what that means in your awful accent but if you're threatening me I assure you, I am quite more formidable than it may appear." This was a bluff of course, and already Stacy was subtly trying to pull away again, eyeing the caverns for some sort of getaway.

Most kids, Lara herself included when she was a lass, would be scared stiff when cornered in a foreign cavern, their wrists apprehended while towering, far stronger women threatened them with a good hiding if they didn’t start behaving. Maybe she was too subtle, Lara had to figure, because Stacy wasn’t budging at all. Or maybe she was just that stubborn. Fine by her either way - she was itching to carry out what was going to happen next anyway.

“I’ll take my damn chances.” Lara didn’t even flinch at the returned threat, her eyes cutting down at Stacy and staying locked on her even as her head reared back. “That does it. It’s one thing to bust my back just locating this place, only to find a spoiled teenager who piggy-backed here on their daddy’s expeditions, or whoever it was you came with,” She began to lecture, her grip on Stacy’s wrist only tightening. “It’s another for that spoiled brat to give me attitude and insult my brain and body!” With a sudden pull, Lara yanked the young scientist forward and down, bending her over and sandwiching her waist between her arm and body.

Thanks to her obvious height advantage, a simple lean back and Stacy’s feet would take off the ground. “And what was it you called me?! ‘Big-breasted,’ ‘bimbo?!’” She lectured her under-arm captive, “Excuse me if you weren’t ready to see what a real woman looks like. Now shut up while I spank this sass out of you!” Her hand rearing back far behind her head, Lara swung down her gloved palm and smacked the brunt of it right across Stacy’s seat, framed perfectly to take the strike from below Lara’s arm.

[Tsona]

While she wasn't exactly scared...no. At this point there was some definite fear, but her resistance faded as she tried to comprehend what exactly was going on. It was obvious now her earlier assessments had struck a nerve (something she was sure to make note of next time she met a new inhabitant), but soon her gaze was on the floor as she was pitched toward in a bent position, her feet just barely grazing the floor as she held onto Lara's arm for support.

"What in blazes do you think yo-EEEEPP!!" Her question was interrupted by the sudden strike to her behind, the soft and rather plump surface reacting in kind with a small jiggle. While shorts did provide some coverage, the sheer force of her swing did little to stop the pain that was already shooting through her body, the college girl now beginning to twist and squirm under her captor's arm. "H-How dare you? You're barbaric actions only prove your Earth's inferior reasoning skills and I demand you to release me this INSTANT!"

First smack went well, Lara thought, a nice, firm impact to really catch this girl’s attention. Now, if she quickly realized her situation and apologize, she’d let the girl down and send her off with a smack on her butt, crying home to whatever elite family brought her here. No such luck. Somehow, Lara actually preferred she didn’t, though. “‘Your barbaric actions only prove inferiority!’ Blah, blah, blah.” Lara rolled her eyes, mimicking a rather unflattering version of Stacy’s voice. She complimented her jab back at the girl’s mouth with a second strong, winded ‘smack!’ that landed right on the upper curve of Stacy’s posed behind.

“Listen, lass! You’re too young to be out here, and you’re too big for your own britches, too. Someone needs to set you straight.” How much would it take to get this girl to squeal? Time to find out, Lara surmised, swatting the girl’s buttocks a third time. “Now until you apologize and turn tail back towards wherever you came, you can expect a lot more of this!” She promised. Having expected the girl to cave easily, though, Lara realized this posture wouldn’t last long. It was too easy to struggle out of. So she’d find a better, more stable position.

After a fourth, unannounced smack, Lara used her hand to instead rub her freckled chin while surveying her surroundings for a good place to take this scamp. The closest room in the hall held what looked like some kind of stone slab, maybe a sacrificial altar or mere simple table. Lara didn’t care. It was her destination, now, as she started over towards the room with a squirming girl under-arm.

[Tsona]

Stacy was astounded. Dumbfounded. Stupified. She was a great many of words ending in "-ed" and yet her self claimed "higher level" mind could not think of any further words or actions to free herself from this predicament. Instead,her body continued to desperately struggle in freeing itself, doing nothing more than causing her rear to move in a rather alluring manner as she bucked and flailed about. In a very wild move, she suddenly gripped at Lara's belt, perhaps trying to tug at in search of a weapon or something that would get Lara to release her.

Instead, her actions merely tugged back on her cargo shorts, and a harder yank would cause them to fall downwards, the tight material now resting under her cheeks and causing the dark haired girl to blush. This sight seemed to bring back her voice however and she sputtered."R-RELEASE ME!" Her eyes never left the sight now inches from her face.

Any kid would struggle when being taken in hand by a stranger, but damn if this child wasn't insufferable in her escape attempts! Trying to keep Stacy under her arm was like carrying an angry pitbull, but if anyone was up to the task, Lara was. And the more the girl fought back against her, the more she wanted to spank the spunk out of her.

She would quickly find herself wishing she didn't underestimate the girl's reach, though. It started with a bothersome shot at her belt. Lara growled, "What are you up to, now? Stop that-!" She began to complain, but it wasn't just her belt that Stacy got. Instead, Lara's loose khaki shorts pulled back just enough to show off her back thigh. And it didn't stop there.

"Hey-! Why, you-!" She began to complain, but before she could properly reprimand the child, her shorts fell loose and to the ground - bunching up underneath her feet and even dragging down her satin gray panties a short ways to. Lara's eyes bulged out of her head as she brushed bright pink. "Eek! You!" She squealed, quickly rushing to fix her panties with her free hand, but her shorts were far out of range.

"When I get over there, you're REALLY gonna get it!" Lara promised, though her face was bright pink and her angry tone had lost it's confidence while she stumbled around, trying to keep Stacy under her grip and also salvage for her shorts.

[Tsona]

Trying to keep her attention focused now on anywhere BUT the lightly jiggling rear so close to her, Stacy averted her gaze to the floor, which got her the view of Lara's long legs and the shorts pooled around her feet. Despite her helpless situation, she began to snicker now as the treasure hunter continued to shuffle forward, speaking in a teasing tone. "REALLY going to get it? By my estimations you'll probably FALL before you make it over! You're balance is probably already precarious enough with your overabundunt chest and fatty behind, this is only the nail in the coffin!"

Remembering a prank she had viewed a few times in highschool (and fortunately never experiencing it herself), the college girl gently hooked her fingers around the waistband of grey fabric, speaking in a surprisingly sweet tone."Here primitive. You're trying to keep these up aren't you? If you really want results, I'm eager to teach you!" Grip tightened and the once slightly fallen panties now skyrocketed upwards as Stacy tugged with all her might. Granted, from her position that wasn't too high, but the sheer force was enough to get them up there and strain the fabric.

Kids will be kids, but Lara felt her cheeks and her desire to do some impulsive things boiling up higher every second she spent around this child. Right now, making way to the table was halted temporarily while she instead tried kicking her feet up to shimmy her shorts up her knees, but the darn things only got more tangled around her ankles and put her at worse threat of tripping! Not that such a feat was easy before, especially with such a feisty young lady struggling beneath her. And just what was she doing now-?!

"What's this?" Lara asked, freezing in her steps. The sensation of her soft panties' fabric wedging into her behind was definitely not what she had expected to feel today. It wasn't much more than an irritation, but just knowing this stupid girl had the audacity to even try it had her furious. "Aggghhh! I can't believe you!" Lara was blushing a bright new shade of red now... but playtime was over.

Rather than struggle with her shorts any more, Lara simply let them fall to the ground and stepped out of them, proudly hoisting up a leg up and onto the table and showing off her well-toned and tanned thighs in the meantime. None of concern to her, though, she instead flipped Stacy right around and haphazardly tossed the struggling scientist right over that poised knee, where her feet weren't even close to the ground anymore.

"Joke's over." Lara growled. Time for a taste of her own medicine. "Let's see how YOU like it." Before she even had the chance to get any lip back, Lara grabbed and pulled Stacy's own shorts right down to her dangling knees.

[Tsona]

Celebrating her little victory (and blushing up a storm while doing so) Stacy had no chance to try and free herself as she was abruptly thrown over Lara's leg. Forced to grab onto her thigh to keep from tipping forward, she felt her glasses slide to her nose and her legs kicking a bit once again."Believe it! If you're going to resort to cheap perverse tactics, then make no mistake that I wi- H-Hey! No stop with-STOP!"


Her eyes had widened as she felt what Lara must have only moments before. No amount of wriggling or shaking could stop the descent however, the older woman having a much better angle to drag her shorts down and managing to limit her kicking as they fell around her knees. The brief lighting in the cave made things dim, but there was still plenty of light to see Stacy's backside, some faint pink mark's already on her cheeks and a rather high cut green thong splitting her bottom, which caused Stacy to gasp when glancing back. "W-What the hell?! I'd never where such harlot underwear, why in th- STOP STARING YOU PERVERT!" Her last words were directed at Lara, glare now turning to her as her face was a bright red color.

Stacy's demands would be responded to not with a word but with a fierce smack across her upturned, disrobed bottom. Lara's callus-covered hand bounced right off the girl's rear end, while her other arm kept itself under Stacy's neck to keep her from falling off after impact. "I don't think so. You clearly didn't mind acting so childish, so this is only fair." She lectured back. "And, I can tell you've had this coming for a long time!"

A second smack followed, Lara holding back no force on the firm swats she applied to Stacy's seat. The cold atmosphere of the temple was forming goosebumps on her bare legs, and her mind was deathly worried on some random bypasser catching her half-naked with a child over her knee... but she felt much more focused on teaching this lesson right now.

The girl's defensive point was pretty funny, though. Not what she had expected such a prudish teen to wear, but it did put a smile on Lara's face. Grabbing the waist-band of Stacy's underwear, she pulled the fabric up off her rear for a minute before letting it snap back down. "Aren't you a little young for these, little lady?" She asked, shaking her head before applying another fast smack to cover both of Stacy's cheeks. Just more reasons to spank her, she supposed.