Trial of Tomb Stealer
Tomb Stealer was caught.
_ English is my third language, please correct me if I am using Chinese-style English. Thanks for reading. Please feel free to comment ^_^ _
Trial of Tomb Stealer
A smile touched the corners of Laura's lips when she saw the cave exit, she was running for all she was worth to get away from her attackers. She heard someone running behind her but she was not worry.
Meanwhile, a Minotaur was hiding behind a tree. When he saw the lioness running out from the cave, he tried to ambush her. She quickly avoided and touched the enemy with a stun gun. Immediately he was dizzy and close to fainting.
Laura sprang away and sped down the hill as fast as hers lion legs could carry her. Soon, she reached the bush where she hid her motorbike. She cracked a smile that told her joy. She knew that the enemies could not run faster than her motorbike. But as soon as she started the engine, the motorbike exploded.
The lioness lay on the ground, dazed and weak. She was disheveled, hair rumpled, blood on her clothes, red bruise marks on her face. The same Minotaur approached her with a smile. She tried to stand up. She turned pale and her eyes became as round as saucers. "You sabotaged my motorbike," she said in a tremulous voice.
The Minotaur raised his left fist and yelled: "Minotaur Uppercut!" Then he punched her in the stomach with his fist. He felt like punching a tofu.
She saw the fist coming but it was too fast for her to avoid or block. Before the fist even connected her stomach, she felt the wind pressure. There was a loud noise and then it was like someone squeezed her bladder. The blow seemed to sink into her belly. Immediately she urinated uncontrollably. The shock was bad and the pain was worse, but what made her panic was that she could not breathe. She stood, bending forward, with her mouth open. She wanted to gasp, she wanted to scream, but she could do neither.
The Minotaur was like a wild animal, ripping at Laura's clothes. He tore her jeans away, ripped her panties off and into shreds. Later, she saw a fist mark on her four-pack. The pain was worse than terminal cancer. When she was fully naked, she closed her eyes slowly as she felt cool breeze blowing over her body. Her nose twitched and she began to weep.
Laura had never before fully naked in front of a man and it was a little unsettling. She was not embarrassed about her body. She was just...embarrassed. And shy.
The Minotaur paused a moment to examine the details of Laura's pussy. He saw that the inner lips were exceptionally large, protruding from a fat little outer slit, and that the entire furrow was framed by a delicate fringe of curling brown hair, almost tan in shade.
"How old are you?"
Laura did not answer for a minute.
The Minotaur raised his left fist.
"Twenty!"
"What! You are still a virgin!" said the Minotaur, giving a low whistle of disbelief. Without any warnings, he grabbed the back of her lion head and pressed his mouth over hers. Immediately she was scared out of her wits.
Laura almost could not believe what the Minotaur's mouth felt like as it moved against hers. She'd never kissed a man before, and whatever she'd expected, this was not it.
The Minotaur broke the kiss and threw Laura roughly onto the grass. He grabbed her tail and began to drag her back to the cave before her friends came to find her. She winced in pain as her face and breasts scratched the ground. Tears streamed from her eyes as she knew that she was going die - someday, somehow.
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A slim, attractive skunk with lovely reddish-blond hair waited while the Minotaur threw Laura onto the operation table. A sea lion, Zanra, who was seated in two leather chairs facing the door, perked up.
After washing Laura's body, the skunk's breath was taken away at Laura's youthful beauty. "Thanks, Artin," Rokira the skunk complimented the Minotaur. Craftiness was written on her face as she saw the fist mark on Laura's four-pack.
"She IS a virgin," said Artin, flopping into an overstuffed chair.
Laura blushed hard and ducked her head.
"Normally girls at this age are no longer a virgin," commented Rokira. "Especially a pretty girl like you."
Javier shot Laura a half-humorous, half- quizzical glance. "Wonder why a pretty girl became a thief."
Rokira held Laura close and puts her face close to hers and kissed her cheek. Oh no! This time I am kissed by another woman! Laura thought. The lioness was a little embarrassed because she felt her nipples stiffen as Rokira kissed her. Laura tried to pull away in panic, but Rokira's arms wrapped around her waist. "Kiss me, or be punched by Artin again," said she impatiently. Laura kept her eyes closed and lips parted - obviously she did not want to be punched by the Minotaur again. She kissed Laura on her lips and held her tight. Her tongue entered Laura's mouth, licking her lips, seeking her tongue.
A few minutes later, Rokira pulled back. "Are you a les?"
Laura refused to answer questions that infringed on her private affairs. Rokira punched the fist mark on Laura's stomach. Immediately the lioness began to scream at the top of her lungs.
"No," Laura found her voice. It was a little shaky.
"You're absolutely beautiful. You know that don't you?" Rokira touched a finger to Laura's cheek, trailing it up over her nose to her other cheek, and then down to her lips. Laura was blushing again, and so close Rokira could feel the heat coming off her face.
Artin fell silent as Rokira concentrated on the wounded lioness.
Meanwhile, Javier and Zanra were examining the treasures.
_What is going on inside me?_Laura thought to herself. She swallowed hard.
"The explosion did not destroy our treasures," Javier the duck spoke excitedly after he examined the treasures.
"Luckily she is tough, you see, you almost smashed her bladder," said Rokira with good-humored sarcasm. "As far as I can discover, no broken bones. I am going to have X-rays taken, though, to be sure."
"Tough, that's good!" said Artin with a laugh. "This means she can endure more gang bang and torments."
Laura reached up absently and wiped a paw across her brow. In spite of the cool air in the room, beads of perspiration peppered her lion face.
"Come," Zanra snapped his fingers and shot a glance at Laura. "Follow me."
Totally puzzled, Laura followed Zanra. Her breasts swung enticingly as she walked slowly. Her buttocks were two high sexy mounds pushing up and out in turn with each step. Five minutes later, she came downstairs nervously. She wanted to ambush the sea lion but she also knew that there was no way she could win - not when she was fully naked. Ahead, the few dim light bulbs seemed to stretch into limitless distance.
Zanra smiled. "Watch your steps." Suddenly, he wanted to scare Laura.
The air inside was different, and for a moment Laura was unable to put her finger on why. Then it occurred to her, the smell of sweat was gone, there was no sound of furs or animals, nothing but the eerie silence. But that was not the worst of it. This place was just walls, walls and small empty rooms. Here she could feel the icy grip of death.
The sea lion nudged the lioness. "If you tried to escape, or broke any rules, you'll be sent to one of these rooms."
Laura saw all types of weapons, handcuffs, and torture devices of every kind. She put her paw to her forehead and groaned.
"Check these out," said Zanra, patting Laura on the back and grinning widely. "We are eager to use them on you."
When Laura looked closely at all the torture devices, she was able to see faint specks of blood at the ends of the whips. She was shocked. "OMG. OMG," she murmured, her face flushing.
"Let's go to another room," teased Zanra. Laura looked cute when she was frightened.
Inside the second room, Laura saw a metal-framed helmet with blades on each side that sat right above the ears. Saw spiked instruments and metal vices used to crush bone. Collars lined with metal teeth.
Laura closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "I don't want to see anymore, I promise I won't do something stupid."
Zanra laughed and punched Laura playfully on the shoulder. "Now let's go to your room."
The first thing the lioness noticed when the sea lion opened the door was the smell. Her face went whiter and her brown eyes dilated enormously. She wrinkled her nose at the bad smell.
"This cell is also your toilet, you can pee and shit at anywhere - don't worry about your hygiene problems. We won't disturb you until you are fully recovered and judged. One more thing, you can commit suicide but we can resurrect you," said Zanra, eyeing the lioness with a twinkle. Actually they did not have any resurrection spells.
A chill went down Laura's spine. "How are they going to judge me?"
"You better cherish your limbs," Zanra added and then left the room.
"Why?"
The door was closed and locked. Laura looked wildly around for an escape. The fan at the window made a small whispering roar. There was one light bulb only. Moreover, even she could escape from this cell, there was no way she could escape from this cave again.
Laura could not escape the endless, darkened wait to death. Sat in the corner of the warmed room, she could see the sharp corners at each edge of the room. The walls, painted black many years ago, connecting each corner forming a perfectly shaped square room. Zanra was right, there was no washroom, or places for her to clean her body. A great wave of homesickness swept over her.
Once that first tear broke free, the rest followed in an unbroken stream. Laura bent forward where she sat on the floor and pressing her palms to the grass, she began to cry with the force of a person vomiting on all fours.
To be continued.