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Lara's Voluntary Enslavement	By : CrossroadsMk2 Category: +S through Z > Tomb Raider (all) > Tomb Raider (all) Views: 49103 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction. I do not own the Tomb Raider game series, Lara Croft or any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from writing this story.

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Twenty-Two weeks have passed since Lady Lara Croft signed over her noble Title to her former childhood friend Sarah Green, the billionaire heiress and new Countess of Abingdon. Publicly, Lara has assumed the role of Sarah’s maid; but in private, she is little more than a sex slave, serving the perverted whims of the new Countess, and her former staff. It has been three weeks since her harrowing experiences at the Siberian prison, and Lara has sworn to do whatever it takes to make sure that she is never placed at the mercy of Konstantin again – even if that means ending her futile defiance and fully embracing her new position as Lady Sarah’s servant.
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Much had changed in the past three weeks. After signing the document abdicating her Title as Countess of Abingdon, Lara was sedated for almost a full day. When she awoke, she was back onboard Sarah’s luxurious private jet. Lara felt a flood of emotions: anger at how she had been treated, fear of what the future held for her, but above all, an all-consuming depression. Konstantin had forced her to sign away her Title to Lady Sarah. Her Title was her most prized possession, and without it, Lara felt like her life was over.
When Lady Sarah held the document up in front of her, Lara assumed it was to gloat. She waited for Lady Sarah to taunt her about how easily she had been tricked, and how this had been Sarah’s plan all along. But instead, Lady Sarah ripped up the document before her eyes. Lara sat in stunned silence, as Lady Sarah told her that Konstantin had acted without her knowledge and she had no intention of cheating Lara out of her Title. As far as she was concerned, their original contract remained in place and Lara would get her Title back at the end of her year of service, providing she held up her end of the deal.
However, Lady Sarah was not entirely satisfied with Lara’s performance to date, and told Lara that she would need to do better. She expected Lara to fully honour the contract that she had signed. Lady Sarah said would not tolerate any further disobedience or disrespect, and any lapses would see Lara swiftly returned to Konstantin’s care, to correct her bad behaviour. Lara silently vowed to do whatever it took to avoid being sent anywhere near Konstantin ever again. That’s why, even in her innermost thoughts, Lara made herself think of her former friend as “Lady Sarah” – she couldn’t risk slipping up when she was tired or distracted, and then accidentally forgetting to use Lady Sarah’s proper Title. So, Lara forced herself to flip a mental switch. In her mind, Sarah was the Countess of Abingdon; she had always been the Countess of Abingdon; and Lara had always been her maid.
Another thing that had changed was Lara’s libido. For the last three weeks, Lara had tagged along while Lady Sarah flew to several different Middle Eastern cities to conduct her business deals. Lady Sarah had generously given her three weeks off, to recover from her ordeal at the hands of Konstantin, so Lara had nothing to do but laze around Sarah’s luxury hotel suits while her mistress was out. Aside from exercising and watching movie-streaming services, there was nothing to do, and Lara developed a troubling addiction to masturbation.
Lara thought that the sexual trauma she experienced in Siberia would have completely turned her off sex, but the opposite was true. She found herself masturbating multiple times a day, and her daydreams were constantly filled with lurid memories of her past sexual encounters, or erotic imaginings of what lay instore for her future. It was almost as if she had become addicted to the constant sexual stimulation that life with Lady Sarah entailed, and now she was suffering withdrawal. So, she masturbated, often more than a dozen times a day. She was fully aware of how indecent and problematic her habit was, but she was unable to stop herself.
By some miracle, Lady Sarah hadn’t caught her yet – she always seemed to come in just after Lara finished. This left Lara to madly scramble to cover herself and act naturally, while hoping that her blushing face didn’t give away what she’d been doing. That’s not to say that Lady Sarah wasn’t aware of other, equally embarrassing habits that Lara had acquired. Upon her return from the Siberian prison, Sarah had gifted her with a custom-made Kegel exercise trainer that she could use to strengthen and tighten her ass. Lara suspected that Lady Sarah had discovered the daily anal exercises Lara had been doing, using one of her old grip-strength trainers.
The thought that Sarah, Zip and the other staff had watched her on a hidden camera, while she pushed both handles of her grip strength trainer inside her ass and then squeezed them shut, made her blush with shame. But an even more embarrassing thought occurred to her – what if she hadn’t been discovered, and Sarah simply thought that Lara’s asshole was getting too loose and sloppy, and needed toning-up? Her own insecurities made her accept Lady Sarah’s gift with a demure thank you, along with a detailed exercise plan of how to use it.
The Kegel exercise device looked like a metal flower, with a stem-like handle attached to 8 curved stainless steel ‘petals’ that spread outwards in a circle. A lever on the handle locked the petals in place for insertion, and it had different levels of resistance, thanks to an ingenious arrangement of internal gears and springs. Lara set the resistance level to medium and slid the cold metal device inside her ass. She gasped as she released the lever, and felt the petals spring outwards, expanding her sphincter open to about 2-inches wide. It was capable of expanding up to 3-inches wide, but the natural resistance of her asshole prevented the petals from opening further.
Lara grunted and squeezed her sphincter shut around the metal petals, crushing them together until they were touching. Then she relaxed her muscles, and her asshole stretched back open around the expanding petals. Lara repeated the exercise 14 times, squeezing her asshole open and closed around the device. On the 15^th rep, her tired asshole only made it halfway closed and she had to stop. According to Lady Sarah’s exercise plan, Lara should only move-up to the next resistance level once she could manage 20 full reps.
Lara washed-off the device and then repeated the procedure with her pussy. While her pussy hadn’t received nearly as much abuse as her asshole, Lara thought it best to strengthen it as well – especially given Sarah’s penchant for oversized dildos and fisting. On the same setting, the Kegel device only expanded about 1.5-inches-wide inside her much-tighter pussy. Lara managed to squeeze it open and closed 16 times before she finally failed to complete a rep and removed it. Lara washed the device and returned it to the bathroom cabinet. Sweaty from her morning exercise routine, not to mention her Kegel exercises, Lara stepped into the shower and washed herself clean. Then it was time to dress.
Lara looked at her reflection in the luxury jet’s bathroom mirror and frowned. The brutal quadruple penetration of her asshole hadn’t been the only indignity inflicted upon her body, during her stay at the Siberian prison. While she’d been unconscious, one or perhaps even several unknown tattoo artists had set to work defacing her perfect body. Lara hated tattoos: she thought they looked trashy and ugly, like graffiti. She’d always associated them with low-born bar sluts, strippers and hookers. And now she had several herself.
Lara had been furious when she found out, but her initial anger was eclipsed by her despair at having permanently signed away her Title. Later, when Lady Sarah surprised her by ripping up that hated document, Lara had been so grateful and relieved that it didn’t seem appropriate to bring it up. Lara tried to raise her objections the next day, making sure to be especially respectful with her tone, since she didn’t want to risk being sent back to Konstantin for rudeness; but Lady Sarah had flippantly dismissed her concerns. She told Lara that the tattoos would be great PR for her game sales, and she could always have them removed at the end of her contract, if she didn’t like them.
Lara wanted to argue, but Lady Sarah’s tone made it clear that she considered their conversation over. Lara felt very confused by her relationship with Lady Sarah: was she an enemy or a friend, she wondered? Lady Sarah had manipulated her into many bad situations, but she had also saved Lara when she could have easily betrayed and destroyed her. Lara felt mentally unsettled, and it was this uncertainty that made her unconsciously want to earn Lady Sarah’s approval.
Lara frowned, as she examined her naked reflection in the bathroom mirror. She tried to tell herself that she should be grateful. After all, she’d been unconscious while the tattoo artists worked on her body, and she could have easily woken up with a “Whore” tattoo on her forehead or an “I Love Anal Sex” tramp stamp. The tattoos she’d received were rather tame by comparison. Lady Sarah informed her that they were an exact copy of the tattoos worn by her character in the Tomb Raider video game. Had Lara known that she would one day be branded with them herself, she would have never signed over the rights to her name and likeness to the video game company.
Lara was dismayed by both the number of tattoos she now wore, and the sheer randomness of them. Never having played any of her own Tomb Raider games, she could only guess at the meanings behind them. On her right ring finger was a black band, like a wedding ring. Maybe it was there to represent that she was a strong and independent woman? And on her right wrist was a small black daisy chain of human figures. The daisy chain was thankfully small and discreet, and actually looked like a line of writing until you got to within a few feet of her. The daisy chain was about 3 inches long and was made up of five figures holding hands. The figures reminded Lara of the symbols that were used to denote male and female toilets. There were four male figures with a female figure at the centre. Maybe it symbolised peace? Lara tried and failed to make sense of them.
The largest of her new tattoos were on her left thigh and left ribcage. On her left thigh were two black bands that reminded Lara of a lady’s garter. The tattoo was 3-inches wide and looped all the way around her leg. It started at mid-thigh, with a 0.5-inch-wide solid black band. There was a 1-inch gap above it, followed by a thicker 1.5-inch-wide black band. The black band had 6 unfilled 1.25-inch-wide circles, each of which contained a random black symbol. The circles were equally spaced around her leg, starting at the front, travelling around her outer thigh, and then ending at the back.
The symbol at the front, closest to her inner thigh, was a weird triangle made up of three spiral swirls that joined at the centre. The next circle contained a smaller black circle with a medical cross at the centre. The third symbol looked like a squared-off “U” hanging down from the top, and the fourth contained a love heart overlayed with the figure-8 symbol for infinity. The fifth circle contained a butterfly and the last circle, located at the back of her leg near her inner thigh, contained another love heart with the number “231” written inside. These symbols didn’t mean anything to Lara and seemed completely random. Perhaps if they had represented Lara’s real-world achievements, and not some made-up video game, she might have hated them less.
Her final tattoo was by far the largest. On the left side of her ribcage, starting at the lower curve of her breast and extending down in line with her belly button, were 12 lines of cursive text. The writing appeared to be pairs of letters – 13 pairs of letters per line, with 7 pairs on the last line, for a total of 150 pairs. Lara’s intelligent mind immediately noticed a pattern in the letters. The pairs appeared to be arranged in alphabetical order, with the second letter taking primacy, and the first letter determining the order for pairs that shared the same second letter. What the significance of this was, again Lara could only speculate. Lara also had one final tattoo that she hadn’t noticed yet, because of its placement on the back of her neck: a small black crown with the letters “S G” written beneath it in cursive Old English font.
Despite her repulsion at the tattoos covering her body, Lara felt a twinge of moistness between her legs at the thought that she had been branded like an animal. To her mind, the only women who wore tattoos were sluts and whores, so what did that make her? Combined with her embarrassing masturbation addiction and her loss of social status, the tattoos made it harder and harder for Lara to continue to think of herself as a high-born aristocrat. It was almost as if she had lived for so long as a submissive maid and sex slave that it had started to overwrite her former personality. A sibilant voice in her subconscious told her to accept this new reality: Lady Sarah Green was the rightful Countess of Abingdon, and Lara Croft was her submissive and sexually depraved servant.
“No, I will regain my Title!” Lara said out aloud.
Lara shook herself out of her reverie and started to dress. Lara’s three weeks of rest were over, and Lady Sarah had a mission for her to complete. Lara walked into the bedroom and found a Tomb Raider outfit waiting for her on the bed. Even a casual glance told Lara that this wasn’t her classic Tomb Raider outfit, but rather the costume worn by her character in the computer game. Lara got dressed.
On her upper body, she wore a small olive-drab tank top. This tank top was a lot more revealing than her usual tank top. The skin-tight top started an inch above her belly button, leaving her midriff completely exposed, and it had a deep V-neckline that displayed the upper curves of her breasts and her deep central cleavage. The top had enough structure to hold her bouncing breasts in place, much like a sports bra, but did nothing to disguise the prominent outline of her nipples.
On her lower body was a pair of brown shorts that were so tight they looked painted on. The high-cut shorts sat over her hips but ended very high up on her upper thighs, leaving her garter tattoo completely exposed. Lara wasn’t wearing any underwear, and the deep wedgie-cut at the back of the shorts flaunted every curve of her athletic buttocks. Her outfit was completed by a pair of black high-laced combat boots and socks, and a wide gun belt, although this one was missing her usual thigh holsters. Lara would have felt a lot happier with her faithful pistols at her side.
When Lara was finished dressing, she tied back her hair in her signature long ponytail and then walked back out to the main cabin, where Sarah was waiting for her. Lara buckled her seatbelt just in time for the jet to begin its decent to Khartoum International Airport in Sudan. Once again, Lady Sarah’s enormous wealth and influence were on display, as they were waved through customs without any of the usual delays or searches. They were greeted outside the airport terminal by three black Range Rovers with darkly tinted windows, parked one behind the other outside the main entrance.
A tall, well-built chauffer wearing a black suit held the back door of the middle car open for them. Although he was wearing an Armani suit, the chauffer had the swagger of someone ex-military, and the fact that he looked Russian gave Lara a minor panic attack. She told herself to stop jumping at shadows: private military companies like Blackwater and Wagner operated throughout Africa – there was nothing to suggest that this man was working for Trinity. Lara couldn’t see through the darkly tinted windows of the other vehicles, but she had no doubt they were filled with heavily armed bodyguards. The African continent was renowned for being lawless, and a woman as rich as Lady Sarah would be a prime target for kidnapping and ransom.
Lara’s suspicions were confirmed when they got into the Range Rover, and she saw a second Armani-wearing Russian packing an AK104 carbine – a modernised version of the venerable AK47, equipped with a shorter barrel and folding stock that made it more compact. They drove for 4 hours, passing through several army checkpoints without difficulty. Had Lara been making the same trip herself, she would have been forced to take a longer, more circuitous route through the backroads to avoid the checkpoints. For Lady Sarah and her entourage to be allowed through them spoke of impressive political contacts and influence.
They arrived at their destination two hour before sunset. The Nubian village was large by local standards, with about 700 to 800 inhabitants. The village served as the seat of power for the local tribe’s territory, although there were a dozen smaller villages that dotted the lands around it. Despite its size, the village was a primitive affair of mud-brick buildings with dried grass roofs. The village was surrounded by a 5-foot-tall mudbrick wall, built on top of a mound of packed dirt with a moat-like ditch in front of it. It was a simple design that had been used by the ancient Romans for their marching forts, and by the Dark Age kingdoms for their Mott and Bailey castles. The combination of mound and ditch increased the effective height of the defensive palisade threefold, without requiring a higher wall.
They drove past several groups of young boys herding long-horned Sanga cattle, before arriving at the main gate of the settlement. There were half-a-dozen guards present, and Lara noticed that despite their traditional long red Nubian robes, all of the men were armed with modern AK47 assault rifles, and several had RPG7 rocket launchers slung across their backs. Sarah’s bodyguards exited the vehicles first. 8 bodyguards in black suits, seemingly out of place in the middle of the African wilderness, unfolded the stocks of their AK104 carbines and fanned out in all directions, while looking for any signs of an ambush. The bodyguards circled the site, clearing the bushland on either side of the dirt road, before signalling that the area was safe and Lady Sarah could exit her vehicle.
Lara waited in the car, while Lady Sarah walked over to one of the Nubian tribesmen – a muscular black giant who stood at least 7 feet tall – and spoke to him for several minutes. Then she returned to the car.
“Do you understand what I expect from you?” Lady Sarah asked her.
“Yes, my Lady.” Lara answered demurely, trying her best to hide her emotions.
Lara exited the vehicle, while Lady Sarah’s chauffer pulled a heavy black duffle bag from the trunk. He handed it to Lara, who grunted from the unexpected weight. Her cheeks were flushed, but not from the physical effort of holding the bag. She couldn’t believe how aroused she was at the thought of prostituting herself to a bunch of native tribesmen. It was a secret sexual fantasy that she had only ever confided to her therapist, Doctor Smith. The scenarios varied, but the outcome of her fantasy was always the same: she was caught trespassing on sacred ground or stealing a valuable artifact, and her punishment was to be ravished by the fearsome tribesmen as punishment.
The old Lara would never have actually indulged in anything as indecent as a tribal gangbang: it was just a naughty fantasy that she masturbated to, when she was alone. Lara tried desperately to cling onto the crutch that Lady Sarah was forcing her to do this against her will, but the wetness between her legs told a different story. Aside from satisfying her secret sexual fantasy, her cooperation was going to deliver Lara more tangible benefits. Lady Sarah had negotiated to purchase the Idol of Hathor, and she would let Lara claim credit for finding it.
Lara had been searching for the fabled Idol of Hathor for years. She knew it lay somewhere inside the historic borders of the ancient Kingdom of Nubia, which extended down the Nile River, from Egypt to Southern Sudan and northern Somalia. Nubia had once been a powerful Kingdom, which had even conquered Ancient Egypt back in 800 BC. Five hundred years later, in 300 BC, the Egyptians returned the favour and conquered Nubia, ruling it for a further 600 hundred years. Nearly a thousand years of societal intermingling had left its mark on Nubia, and the people there now worshiped many of the same Gods as the Ancient Egyptians – particularly Ra, the Sun God, Osiris, the God of the Underworld, and Hathor, the Goddess of Love and Fertility.
The Idol of Hathor was mentioned in several texts and hieroglyphs, and was believed to be over 3000 years old. No one knew what it looked like, save that it was said to be made from a solid piece of blue Lapis Lazuli, inlaid with gold. Lara was surprised when Lady Sarah offered to let her take the credit for finding it. She even promised to set up a greenscreen photoshoot, to make it look as though Lara had found the Idol inside some ancient tomb, rather than simply buying it from the current owners. Lara practically jumped at the opportunity. The Idol of Hathor was the greatest archaeological find of the last five decades, and recovering it would cement her reputation as a serious archaeologist. When she asked Lady Sarah why she was being so generous, she told her that it would be great publicity for her Tomb Raider game.
Somehow, the practicality of trading her body for the artifact made her tribal sex fantasy even dirtier. Not only was she about to be gangbanged by a tribe of muscular, well-hung Africans, but she was prostituting herself to them in the process. It was indecent, and obscene, and deliciously irresistible – provided that no one ever found out. Lara felt her heartbeat quicken, as she watched Lady Sarah and her bodyguards return to their cars. This was the point of no return. Lady Sarah was returning to Khartoum to negotiate some business deals with the national government. Lara would be completely alone. She watched them drive away and then turned towards her Nubian host.
“Greeting, Lady Croft, my name is Prince Ammon. I am the King’s eldest son.” The towering native told her in surprisingly good English.
He spoke with a noticeable accent, but his words were clearly enunciated, which indicated a formal education abroad. Lara winced slightly at his mention of her lost Title. During her negotiations with King Ajola, Lady Sarah had neglected to inform him of Lara’s recent loss of status, as that would have lowered her value as a sexual bargaining chip. As far as King Ajola was concerned, he was being offered a high-born Countess, so Lara would play that role.
“Pleased to meet you.” Lara said, blushing with embarrassment at how aroused she felt.
“Please, follow me.” He told her, and led her though the main gate of the village.
The village was a maze of narrow streets, wide enough for only two or three men to walk side-by-side. This architecture reflected the Nubian culture’s history of conflict. The narrow streets acted like natural choke points, negating the greater numbers of any invader by forcing them to advance in small groups. The round mudbrick houses were also taller than was typical of the single storey dwellings of Africa, and had high windows set about 8 feet off the ground, from where the defenders could pelt any invaders with stones and spears from above. Lara followed her towering host through the maze of streets, passing by groups of men, women and playing children, all wearing traditional dress. They regarded her with curiosity and suspicion.
Finally, they arrived at the centre of the village. It was a large square courtyard, about 300 feet wide. At one end was a very large mudbrick building, which looked like a primitive version of the great pyramids of Egypt, but made out mudbricks instead of stone. The Pyramid was about three times the height of any other structure in the village, and was the only building constructed entirely of mudbricks, rather than having a grass roof. Lara noticed a line of about a dozen men lined up outside the temple. She saw a priestess in a very revealing blue-green robe emerge from the temple. The first of the worshipers handed her some money, and then she escorted him inside the temple.
“The worshippers of Hathor.” Prince Ammon explained, smiling as if he was telling her some sort of inside joke.
At the opposite end of the courtyard was what Lara assumed to be the King’s residence, which was essentially three round mudbrick houses joined together. There were half a dozen armed guards lounging around outside building, who immediately stood to attention when Prince Ammon approached. He told them something in his native language, which made them laugh, and then he led her inside. The building was surprisingly bright, thanks to the light spilling in from the high defensive windows. Inside was an older bearded tribesman dressed in a traditional red robe, and seated on a primitive-looking wooden throne.
“Lady Croft, it is my pleasure to introduce you to my father, King Ajola.” Prince Ammon said. “And to my brothers.”
Lara blushed, as she looked around the room at the 12 muscular tribesmen staring at her with undisguised lust. All of the men were giants, and even seated, she could tell that the King was a foot taller than she was. Their average height seemed to be about 6’6” tall, although even the shortest of them were 6’3”. Lara was tall for a woman, at 5’9”, but she was at least a head shorter than most of the men, while she barely even reached Prince Ammon’s muscular chest. The King appeared to be waiting for her to speak. Lara bowed respectfully and cleared her throat, trying not to show any fear.
“King Ajola, I bring greetings from Lady Sarah. As agreed, I have brought the payment you requested.” Lara announced formally, and then waited while Prince Ammon translated her words.
King Ajola nodded and Prince Ammon stepped forward to relieve Lara of the heavy duffle bag she was carrying. The ease with which he lifted it from her grasp and carried it over to his father underlined his impressive strength. King Ajola opened the bag and Lara saw that it was stuffed full of thick bundles of US $100 bills. Judging by the size of the bag, Lara guessed there must be at least a couple of million dollars inside. Seemingly satisfied, King Ajola zipped up the bag and handed it back to Prince Ammon. Then Prince Ammon passed the bag over to one of the younger tribesmen, who took it into the next room.
King Ajola spoke to Lara in his native tongue, and Prince Ammon translated.
“The King is pleased by your gift, and would now like you to fulfill the second half of the bargain that was made with Lady Sarah.” Prince Ammon said.
Lara felt her heart flutter and there were butterflies in her stomach. She swallowed heavily. This was the moment of truth. Was she really going to have sex with the entire “Royal Family” of this primitive tribe, just so she could recover the Idol of Hathor? No, she admitted guiltily, that was not the reason – it was just a bonus. She would sleep with them because Lady Sarah had asked her to, and because she secretly wanted to. The way the King and his sons were staring at her sent a thrill of excitement running up spine. After being humiliated and hated by the prisoners in Siberia, it felt wonderful to feel wanted and desired again.
Prince Ammon and the other members of the royal family watched her intently, as she began to undress. It gave all of them a secret thrill to have a high-born English woman – a Countess no less, who by their primitive understanding was related to the British Royal Family – degrading herself before them. Like many Sudanese, the Nubian tribes bore much ill will towards the British Empire, who had colonised the country in 1899 and ruled it until Sudan gained its independence in 1956. Sudan had grown rich from the slave trade, acting as a conduit between the slave markets of Egypt and the Middle East, and the rest of the African continent. The British conquest had ended that lucrative trade, and seen the rich slaving nation impoverished. When they finally left, the ancient slave trade resumed, but in secret – kept away from the prying eyes of Western do-gooders.
Prince Ammon’s tribe was one of the last Nubian kingdoms that remained. Most of the others had been swept away, either forced to convert to Islam by the Arabs from the north, or to convert to Christianity by the newly converted tribes from the south. But his people had remained strong and independent. They had spent their wealthy wisely, acquiring weapons and allies, and although they were technically a part of Sudan, they were effectively autonomous. A steady stream of bribes to government officials and the fact that they were armed to the teeth helped to ensure that they were left alone.
But times were changing: gold and chromium deposits had been discovered in the region, and now the greedy central government was threatening their cherished independence. Faced with the looming extinction of their culture, Prince Ammon convinced his father to make a deal with the woman, Sarah Green. He didn’t know how a mere woman could have amassed so much wealth and power, but when she spoke, people listened. In return for mining rights on Nubian lands, with a third of the revenues going to the greedy government in Khartoum, Sarah Green would guarantee the kingdom’s independence.
Of course, there was a price for her aid. In addition to the mining activity, they had agreed to host a military training base on their land, for Sarah Green’s private army. This didn’t worry Prince Ammon overly, as having several hundred heavily-armed and well-trained mercenaries on their territory would serve as a useful deterrent to any future Government aggression. No, the most problematic condition was Sarah Green’s insistence that they should sell her the Idol of Hathor. Prince Ammon, like his father, wasn’t overly religious, and couldn’t care less about the Idol. But their people were devout and superstitious, and if the royal family wanted to retain their power, they needed to keep up appearances.
Prince Ammon watched Lara pull her green tank top up over her head, and smiled as her large breasts bounced into view. Lara’s jiggling breasts were perfectly proportioned, and seemed to almost defy gravity with their perkiness, despite their impressive size. It was a pleasant change from the native women he was used to, who were either flat chested, or had large breasts ones that hung down over the stomachs like cow udders. Ammon felt his cock swell, as he imaged placing this proud English Countess in chains and parading her naked through the streets. He pictured her being sold in the slave markets of Libya or Syria, and then transported into the harem of one of the rich Arabs who were his kingdom’s main customers. Or maybe he would keep her as his slave-wife, and force her to breed many strong sons for him.
He quickly pushed those thought from his mind. Such an action would mean betraying Sarah Green, and her enemies quickly found themselves dead, along with their entire families. Prince Ammon admired the firmness of Lara’s heart-shaped ass, as she pulled her shorts down over her hourglass hips and long legs. He normally didn’t like muscles on a woman, but Lara’s toned, athletic body fired his blood. Combined with her stunningly beautiful face, she was truly made in the image of the Goddess Hathor. Then his eyes strayed down to her bare crotch, which was as tight and smooth as a virgin’s, instead of being covered by a thick black bush like the Nubian tribeswomen her was used to.
Lara took a deep breath, as the King stepped down from his primitive throne and approached her. While shorter than his son, Prince Ammon, the King was even more heavily built. He reminded Lara of an enormous, hairy grizzly bear – lumbering and powerful. The King was a full foot taller than her, at 6’9”, and had broad shoulders, thick arms and a barrel chest. But what captured her attention the most was his enormous cock: it was jet black, 10-inches long and as thick as her wrist, and had a curved shape that reminded Lara of the upswept horn of a rhinoceros. The king spoke in his native language and Prince Ammon translated, but Lara was so awestruck by King Ajola’s enormously thick penis that she didn’t even hear him.
The King laughed and made a joke to his sons regarding tiny-dicked white men, and how it was obvious that Lady Croft had never seen a real man’s penis before. The men in the room laughed, which snapped Lara out of her reverie. Prince Ammon repeated the King’s instructions.
“The King commands that you get down on your hands and knees, like a dog.” Prince Ammon said, not even bothering to hide his amusement.
Lara blushed at his disrespectful tone, but in truth, his crude insults made her feel even hornier. Her cheeks were blushing bright red and her pussy was literally dripping wet with anticipation. She was about to have sex with an enormously hung black tribesman, in front of a room full of onlookers. It was so wrong, so indecent and so exciting at the same time, and it was exactly what she had secretly fantasized about. Lara turned around and got down on all fours on the hardpacked dirt floor. King Ajola knelt down behind her and spat onto the tip of his cock. He was tempted to make her lubricate it with her mouth, but he wanted this arrogant English woman to feel it.
Lara grunted, as she felt the wet tip of the King’s cock pressing inwards against her sphincter. The King’s sons began to laugh amongst themselves, taking bets on how long it would take for Lara to scream for mercy and beg the King to stop. The King pushed forward, causing Lara’s tight asshole to distend inwards. Then all laughter ceased, as the men watched the beautiful white woman’s asshole expand open around the King’s massive cock and swallow it inside. Now it was the King’s turn to grunt in surprise, as instead of instead of meeting resistance, his massive cock slid easily inside Lara’s warm, inviting tunnel.
The room was now completely silent, as they watched the King’s cock disappear between the tiny white woman’s firm buttocks. It was unbelievable – unthinkable even. King Ajola’s cock was as large as two Coke cans stacked end on end, but months of daily fistings enabled Lara’s ass to swallow the entire thing without difficulty. Lara felt the King’s hairy balls slap against her pussy. She looked up and saw the surprised expressions on the faces of her native audience. Acting so naughty and being watched sent a shiver of excitement up her spine. She bit her lower lip seductively and rocked forward on her hands and knees, until only the first couple of inches of the King’s cock was still inside her.
Her audience started to laugh once more, believing that the arrogant white woman had enough already. Then their collective jaws dropped in shock, as she slammed herself backwards, taking the King’s cock balls-deep inside her ass. The King had been reaching for Lara’s hourglass hips, intending to fuck her roughly from behind, but now his hands dropped to his sides, as he decided to experience the novelty of allowing the tiny white woman to fuck him back. King Ajola began to moan, as Lara rocked her sexy body backwards and forwards in front of him, sliding her stretched-open asshole up and down his thick black cock. Her tight asshole felt like a soft warm glove, massaging the entire length of his cock, and he loved the feeling of her round buttocks bouncing against his crotch.
Lara glanced around the room and saw the enormous erections poking out from the traditional red robes of her crowd of onlookers. Feeling drunk with excitement, Lara started playing to her audience. She gyrated her hips up and down, causing her ass to undulate hypnotically, as she rocked backwards and forwards. She bit her lower lip suggestively, and arched her back seductively. Then she leaned backwards against the King, grinding her impaled asshole up and down on his cock, while she cupped and squeezed her large breasts, for the viewing pleasure of her audience. It was too much for the King’s sons, who immediately began to disrobe, eager to have their turn with the white goddess, as soon as their father was finished with her.
Much to Lara’s delight, all of them had penises that were at least 8 or 9 inches long. Then her jaw dropped, when she saw Prince Ammon’s magnificent 12-inch-long cock. She was practically salivating at the prospect of being fucked by it, and her left hand strayed down between her legs, while her right hand continued to grope and fondle her breast.
“She’s insatiable!” Prince Ammon commented to his brothers in his native language, which Lara could not understand.
His brothers nodded in agreement, and several of them even ventured that maybe this beautiful white woman was the Chosen of Hathor. It was a lie of course – one that Prince Ammon and King Ajola had invented as a way to convince the High Priestess to part with her precious Idol. Only now he wasn’t entirely convinced that it was a lie. Lara frantically rubbed her clitoris, while grinding her ass backwards against King Ajola. The King was the happiest he had ever been, and part of him wished that he could take Lara as his next wife.
King Ajola was now onto his fifth wife. The first had failed to provide him with any children in two years, and as per Nubian tradition, their marriage was annulled and she was sent to the Temple of Hathor to become a priestess. His next three wives had all died in childbirth, but had given him 12 strong sons between them. His latest wife had given him only 3 daughters, but he loved her and thought himself content – until the moment he had buried his cock inside Lara Croft’s asshole. But he was too wise a ruler to risk his Kingdom over a piece of ass, even one as fine as the white dish before him.
King Ajola reached around and fondled Lara’s breasts, enjoying the way his fingers sank into her soft white flesh. Lara craned her graceful neck to the side, and the King kissed it, enjoying the scent of her expensive perfume. He felt like he had been fucking her for hours, even though only a few minutes had passed. Lara put her Kegel exercises to good use, squeezing her anal muscles closed around the King’s cock. King Ajola was famed amongst the men of the Kingdom for his great sexual stamina, but even he was powerless against Lara’s unmatched sexual prowess. In less than 7 minutes, Lara had him moaning and grunting, as he ejaculated uncontrollably inside her ass.
Lara was in heaven. The feeling of the King’s warm cum jetting deep inside her bowels sent her over the edge.
“I’m a dirty little slut!” Lara said instinctively, as she orgasmed.
While Lara continued to rub her clit, trying to wring every last ounce of pleasure from her orgasm, King Ajola looked over at his eldest son quizzically, wondering what Lara had said. Prince Ammon translated her words, and the King burst out laughing, declaring to his sons that she truly was insatiable and the Chosen Avatar of Hathor. As a fertility goddess, Hathor had three recognised aspects: the virgin, the mother and the whore, and it was clear to the King which of these aspects Lara represented.
When he finished milking his cock dry inside Lara’s ass, King Ajola withdrew, watching as Lara’s gaping 1-inch-wide sphincter slowly squeezed itself shut, leaving no evidence that it had ever been sodomized. The King returned to his throne and collapsed from exhaustion, with a look of absolute contentment on his strong and wise face. As the eldest Son, it was now Prince Ammon’s turn. Lara was still kneeling in the dirt, and the handsome black Prince stood in front of her, with his hard cock just inches from her face. Lara took a halting breath and bit her lower lip in anticipation. To her surprise, she felt his strong hands pull her effortlessly to her feet.
Prince Ammon exuded raw masculine energy. Lara’s head barely reached his chest, and she had to crane her neck upwards when he pulled her into a passionate kiss. She felt his tongue exploring her mouth, as she pressed her soft white body against his. Prince Ammon’s muscles felt like they were made from smooth black marble. She reached down and started stroking his magnificent foot-long cock. The Prince smiled and lifted her from her feet, before laying her down gently onto her back. Then he knelt down between her legs and aimed his cock at the entrance to her recently used ass.
Lara spread her thighs apart as wide as they would go in invitation, and then bit her lower lip in anticipation. A moment later, both Lara and Prince Ammon moaned, as Lara’s slippery asshole was stretched open for a second time, around the new intruder. Unknown to Lara, there was a lot of internal tribal politics at play regarding not only the order of her African lovers, but also around which holes they chose to use. Prince Ammon chose to use Lara’s asshole as a way to honour his father. His cock was even longer than his father’s, at 12-inches, but it was slightly narrower, so Lara’s ass had no difficulty in accommodating him.
Prince Ammon thrust halfway inside her ass and then looped his muscular arms beneath Lara’s splayed legs. In one smooth motion, he lifted her legs up into the air and draped them over his broad shoulders. Lara grunted, as the muscular Prince folded her in half like a futon, and then rammed the rest of his cock inside her stretched-open asshole. Lara moaned, as the subtle change in angle caused the Prince’s massive cock to push upwards against her rectal wall, pressing it outwards against her vagina. With her legs mashed against her chest and her knees resting against Prince Ammon’s shoulders, Lara was powerless to move, and the Prince began pounding his cock in and out of her ass like a jackhammer.
Lara could feel the soft walls of her ass stretching open around Prince Ammon’s cock, as it drove deep inside her rectum. She loved the lewd sound that his balls made, each time they slapped against her ass. Lara was in heaven. It wasn’t just that she was the centre of attention and that all of the tribesmen wanted her. There was a feeling of freedom in being treated like a whore. Her loss of agency and control felt liberating. For the first time in her life, she felt free from the social pressures and obligations that came with her Title of Countess. These primitive tribesmen didn’t care that she was a wealthy, high-born aristocrat. They were treating her like a piece of meat, and she loved it!
Lara’s shameful secret, which she had only ever confided to her therapist, Doctor Smith, was that she secretly fantasised about being gangraped by an African tribe. She felt both ashamed and embarrassed even speaking about it, since she was both a high-born Countess and a strong, intelligent woman. The details of her fantasy changed – sometimes she was a famous archaeologist, kidnapped for ‘stealing’ the tribe’s buried treasure; or she was a fearless adventuress, captured while trespassing on the tribe’s sacred land; or she was a wealthy English heiress, kidnapped by the tribe to be sold into slavery. The outcome was always the same – she would be stripped naked and paraded before the muscular and well-endowed tribesmen, before being gangbanged by them. Doctor Smith explained that her fantasy was a harmless way for her subconscious mind to cope with the stress and pressures of her life. Only now Lara was living her sexual fantasy, and the shame she felt only made it more exciting for her.
Lara bit her lower lip seductively, as Prince Ammon’s enormous black cock pistoned tirelessly in and out of her ass. Prince Ammon reached around her legs and grabbed two handfuls of Lara’s large breasts. Lara moaned, as Prince Ammon started roughly squeezing them together. The combination of his molestation of her breasts combined with his hard pounding of her ass, drove her towards another orgasm. Lara’s right hand snaked down between their sweaty bodies and started rubbing her clit. Lara’s face reddened, and a moment later, she cried out in ecstasy as she came. However, Prince Ammon did not relent, and continued pounding in and out of her upturned asshole like a jackhammer.
“I’m a dirty little slut.” Lara moaned, as she orgasmed uncontrollably.
Prince Ammon was taken aback by the sheer wantonness of the lusty woman beneath him. Anal sex was something of a taboo in Nubian culture. Neither his wife nor the temple priestesses permitted it, so he had only experienced it a few times with captured slave women, who always cried during it. But not only was Lara easily taking his cock in her ass; she was actually loving it! This made Prince Ammon lose his concentration. The dam of his self-control burst and he could feel himself approaching orgasm. With a roar, he pressed his full weight down onto Lara’s sexy body, mashing her large breasts between them, as he ejaculated inside her ass.
Lara blushed bright red, as she felt Prince Ammon’s warm cum spurting deep inside her bowels. She felt so indecent and depraved. She pressed her hips upwards and squeezed her anal muscles, trying to milk every last drop of cum from the handsome Prince’s cock. When Prince Ammon finished cuming and stood, his younger brother and second in line to the throne knelt down between Lara’s splayed thighs. Prince Akola stared longingly at Lara’s asshole, which was slowly squeezing shut but was still gaping open a quarter-inch. He would have dearly loved to sodomize the beautiful western woman’s ass, but using that hole immediately after his brother would have lowered his social standing, so he chose her untouched pussy instead.
Lara felt the next tribesman rub the mushroom-shaped tip of his penis against her pussy lips. Lara was as wet as the Nile, and soon his cock was dripping with her juices. She bit her lower lip suggestively and motioned him forward with a beckoning finger. Prince Akola didn’t need any further encouragement, and plunged his 9-inch-long cock inside her needy pussy. Lara clenched her hot love tunnel around Prince Akola’s thick shaft. She grinned happily, as she felt his large cock sliding along her sensitive insides and rubbing against her G-spot, before colliding with her cervix. Prince Akola managed to fit all but the last couple of inches inside her, before pulling halfway out and driving forward again.
Lara wrapped her legs around the Prince’s muscular waist, as he started pistoning his cock in and out of her wet pussy. His powerful thrusts sent shockwaves through her entire body, and caused her large breasts to bounce hypnotically against her chest. Lara could feel the thick tip of his cock pushing deep insider her, pounding against her cervix like a medieval battering ram colliding with a city’s gates.
“Fuck me like a whore!” Lara moaned into his ear.
Prince Akola didn’t speak English, but Lara’s seductive tone transcended language and spoke directly to the primitive part of the human male’s brain. It said, take me, use me, breed me. Prince Akola increased the speed and ferocity of his thrusts, and the room was filled with the indecent sound of his balls slapping against Lara’s ass, and the loud squelching noise coming from her pussy, as he pounded it like a bass drum. After a couple more minutes of fucking, Prince Akola let out a mighty roar and started to cum. Lara moaned wantonly and buried her face against his muscular chest, as her own orgasm consumed her.
In a hut 50 metres away, Samantha Nishimura was watching her best friend orgasm repeatedly, while being fucked by some of the largest penises she had ever seen. Sam was shocked speechless. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing: here was her best friend, Lara Croft, the world-famous Tomb Raider, a wealthy English Countess, eagerly pulling a train with a dozen ridiculously well-hung African tribesmen. It was surreal - like finding out that your best friend was a superhero with a secret identity. Sam probably wouldn’t have believed it was possible, if she hadn’t witnessed it with her own eyes, but the evidence was incontrovertible: Lara Croft was an insatiable slut!
Back in Switzerland, Sam had been shocked to discover that the woman who would be starring in her sex documentary was her best friend, Lara Croft. At first, she thought it must be some kind of practical joke. Sam waited for Lara to back out and call a halt to filming, but she hadn’t. She’d stripped naked and had sex on camera, with two well-endowed African American pornstars. After Sam finished filming, she pressed Sarah for more details regarding Lara’s drastic change in behaviour. Sarah had initially been reluctant to discuss it, but after a lot of prodding by Sam, Sarah finally agreed to tell her what was going on – but only if Sam agreed to sign a non-disclosure agreement.
That sounded very drastic, but Sarah told her that the non-disclosure agreement was for Lara’s protection, and it was a legal requirement of the contract that Sarah had signed with Lara. Sam signed the NDA, and then her eyes were opened the secret life that her best friend had been hiding from her. Sarah showed Sam the confidential contract, whereby Lara agreed to become Sarah’s sex slave for one year, in return for 20 million pounds. Sam was initially shocked and outraged: shocked that Lara was in such dire financial circumstances that she would agree to sell herself into slavery, and outraged that Sarah would take advantage of her best friend like that.
Sarah remained calm while Sam told her off, and then calmly showed Sarah a bank statement. It showed that Lara had just over 10 million pounds sitting in an escrow account – the royalties from her new Tomb Raider video game, which had now topped over 75 million sales. Sam went from being angry to very confused. If Lara wasn’t desperate for money, then why had she agreed to sign the contract with Sarah? Sarah told her it wasn’t about the money. Lara had been feeling sexually repressed since childhood, and was secretly a submissive exhibitionist, who got off on being dominated and humiliated. But her status as a noble Countess and her public “girl power” image meant that she felt trapped and unable to explore that side of herself.
The contract was a psychological way out for her: by signing over her noble Title, she freed herself from the obligations and expectations that went with her high social status; and by agreeing to become Sarah’s slave, she abdicated her own agency and responsibility, and could let go of her “strong independent woman” persona without feeling guilty. Finally, the contract was an insurance policy for Lara, so that she didn’t chicken out. Sam was speechless. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing, but then Sarah showed her the videos. She felt guilty watching them, and yet she couldn’t stop.
All the videos showed Lara engaged in sexual intercourse with her staff. In one, she was enthusiastically eating out her maid, Tori, while Zip, her IT expert, fucked her ass from behind. In another, she was being double penetrated by Alistair, her research assistant, and another old man Sam didn’t recognise. But the most shocking video of all was a recording of her giving a deepthroat blowjob to her elderly butler, Winston. Lara had told Sam that she thought of Winston as an adopted father, who had raised her after her parents had died. But now Sam was watching a video of Lara deepthroating his cock and then smiling as she received a gooey cum facial. Sam’s emotions were in turmoil. She felt guilty for seeing something so personal. It felt like she was reading Lara’s diary; but Sam also felt hurt that Lara didn’t trust her enough to confide in her.
Sarah’s explanation of her personal history with Lara helped to ease the hurt Sam felt. Then something unexpected happened: Sarah said she wanted to bring Sam into their arrangement. Sarah told her she wanted someone else that she could rely upon to look out for Lara’s wellbeing – someone that she knew and trusted. As Lara’s best friend, Sam would be perfect for that role. Sam was intrigued, but bit reluctant, since her documentary career was just getting off the ground. Her sex documentary was making big waves and would be premiering at the Cannes Film Festival in a few weeks’ time.
Sarah told her that it was her skills as a director that made her perfect for the role, since part of Lara’s exhibitionist fetish was that she wanted to record her activities. Sarah also wanted Lara to start posting some videos of her working out in skimpy clothing on her website, as well as doing revealing but tasteful photo shoots to promote her new game. Sam still wasn’t completely sold, as she’d always thought of commercial directing as selling-out, but then Sarah threw in a sweetener that Sam couldn’t resist: in addition to being paid generously for her time, Sarah would agree to bankroll Sam’s documentaries for the next 10 years.
Sarah was also very convincing, telling Sam that she would have full artistic and production control. Zip would help her setup the cameras and editing software, but then it would be entirely up to Sam what to post and where. Sarah said that she’d rather have Sam do it, since she was Lara’s best friend and she wouldn’t do anything to hurt her. The alternative was to hire someone that she didn’t know. Sarah would do her best to vet them, but there was always a danger that the person she hired might leak embarrassing details of Lara’s personal life to the media. Sarah also made it clear that there would be two different types of content: stuff like the photo shoots and workout videos, which would be posted on Lara’s public website, and stuff like the African gangbang that Sam was recording today, which would only be shown to private individuals who were in on Lara’s secret and had all signed non-disclosure agreements.
That was a week ago, and now Sam found herself watching multiple live video feeds of her best friend having sex with over a dozen well-hung African tribesman. Sam had eight computer monitors setup in front of her, and was able to follow Lara’s progress from the moment she had entered the village. There were dozens of hidden cameras situated along the main route from the front gate to the central square, with dozen’s more covering the square itself, and placed inside the King’s throne room and the Temple of Hathor – Sarah told her that the High Priestess had kicked up quite a stink about the cameras, but the King had overruled her.
All of the ultra-high-definition cameras were affixed to controllable swivel mounts, and had high-quality optical zoom lenses. Sam currently had two cameras capturing a wide view of the action in the chieftain’s hut from different angles; while a third camera was zoomed in on Lara’s face, capturing her sexy micro expressions as she was fucked and orgasmed, and a fourth camera was zoomed in on her crotch, capturing the incredible sight of a tribesman’s enormous cock sliding in and out of Lara’s tight wet pussy. The setup would have put a world-class sporting tournament to shame. The cameras were even equipped with artificial intelligence, which enabled Sam to focus them on a particular object, like Lara’s face or ass, and then have the camera automatically track that object and keep it in focus at the centre of the frame.
Sam’s eyes strayed across Lara’s sweaty body, crushed beneath the weight of the muscular black tribesman currently fucking her, to the bold garter tattoo on her left thigh. Lara had always told Sam that she hated tattoos, but now her friend had several of them – and not just any old tattoos. Sarah had sent Sam some high-resolution photos of Lara’s new tattoos, as well as some digital art from her new Tomb Raider game, which showed that they were an exact copy. Being a documentary producer, Sam had always had a keen interest in symbology. So, she immediately researched the hidden meaning behind Lara’s new tattoos, and boy was she shocked by what she found.
After a few hours of online research, Sam discovered that the black ring tattoo on Lara’s right ring finger indicated that she was a swinger – a subculture of people, both single and married, who attended sex parties and swapped partners. The second tattoo, on the inside of her right forearm, which was a daisy chain of two male figures, a female figure and then two more male figures, indicated that Lara was into group sex and gangbangs. Things got even more explicit with her thigh tattoo.
For starters, a garter tattoo was implicitly sexual, since it was historically associated with European sex workers, and it drew the eyes up the thigh, towards the crotch. But Lara’s garter tattoo, which was comprised of a thick upper line and thin lower line that wrapped around her mid-thigh, had an even more explicit meaning. There were 6 unfilled circles dotted around the thick upper garter band, which contained explicit symbols. The triangular spiral symbol at the front of her leg was a Triskelion, and indicated that Lara was into BDSM, and the symbol next to it, a circle with a cross inside it, indicated that Lara was a submissive slave, who was owned by a female mistress.
Ordinarily, this would have meant that Lara was already spoken for and therefore off limits, but the next 4 symbols dispelled that notion. The third symbol on her thigh was a swing, in the shape of a squared-off U. This told anyone in the swinging-scene that Lara was able to play with others, so long as you got permission from her owner. The fourth symbol, a love heart overlayed with an infinity loop, indicated that Lara was polyamorous, and enjoyed having sexual relation with multiple partners, while the fifth symbol, a butterfly, indicated that she was bisexual, and liked having sex with women.
The sixth and final symbol on Lara’s garter tattoo, which was located at the back of Lara’s leg, was another love heart with the number “231” written inside. 231 was a numerical representation of the letters BCA, which was shorthand for the phrase, “this B needs a C in her ass”, or “this Bitch needs a Cock in her Ass.” Having just seen Lara orgasm while being fucked in the ass by two enormous black cocks, Sam could personally vouch for the accuracy of that tattoo. Put all together, Lara’s garter tattoo was essentially advertising to everyone in the BDSM/Swinger community that she was a submissive sex slave, who liked to participate in group sex with both men and women, and loved anal sex. Sam grinned at how unbelievably naughty the whole thing was.
The large tattoo on Lara’s left ribcage remained a mystery. The tattoo comprised 150 pairs of letters written in fancy cursive font, in 12 lines across Lara’s left ribcage. Sam had tried typing the letter pairs into multiple search engines and databases, but had come up empty. She assumed the letters must have some significance in Tomb Raider game, but when she checked the online forums, she saw that Lara’s Tomb Raider fans were just as in the dark as Sam was. Some speculated that they were part of a puzzle. Others thought they were clues or coordinates for hidden items or levels inside the game itself.
However, it was the tattoo on the back on Lara’s neck that really raised Sam’s eyebrows. Lara was currently on her back, getting her sexy pussy pounded by a thick 9-inch-long black cock, but Sam had caught glimpses of Lara’s neck tattoo when she had been getting ass-fucked from behind, doggy style. It was a tattoo of a small black crown with the letters “S G” written beneath it in Old English script. Sam’s research showed that the crown symbol was used by modern-day pimps and sex traffickers to mark their prostitutes, and they often tattooed their initials beneath it as a mark of ownership. So, by getting this tattoo, Lara was announcing to the whole world that she was a whore, and Sarah Green was her owner.
Sam watched Lara’s beautiful face, as she experienced yet another orgasm at the hands of her latest black lover. Sarah had warned her that Lara would probably deny that she’d asked for this – that she’d cling to her cover story that she was broke and Sarah was taking advantage of her. But now that Sam had seen Lara in action, she knew the truth. She had seen how eager and seductive Lara had behaved towards the tribesmen, and how she had orgasmed again and again. The happy expression on her best friend’s face removed any remaining doubts that Sam still held. Sam knew now that it was Lara’s public persona that was the lie. This was who she really was. Lara was a closet slut, and Sam was going to help make her friend’s secret dreams come true.
Back in the King’s throne room, Prince Akola finished cuming and stood, and the next Prince in line stepped forward. As third in the line to the throne, he was left with only one option – to use Lara’s mouth. The tall black Prince took hold of Lara’s long ponytail and pulled her to her knees. Lara didn’t need to be told what he expected from her. She hungrily licked her lips, as she gazed up at the jet-black 9-inch-long cock casting a dark shadow over her face. While maintaining steamy eye-contact with the tall tribesman, Lara leaned forward and reverently kissed the tip of his cock, before sliding her red lips along both sides of his penis. Then she cocked her head to the side and licked long wet lines up and down the underside of his shaft.
Lara licked her red lips seductively and then slapped the African’s large cock against her cheek several times, while her other hand started skilfully massaging his balls. The African Prince groaned, as Lara hungrily slathered her wet tongue all over his cock. Once his cock was glistening with her saliva, Lara’s red lips parted and she took him inside her mouth. The Prince’s groans grew louder, as Lara slid her tongue along the underside of his cock, while taking it deep inside her mouth. When his cock reached the back of her throat, Lara started bobbing her mouth up and down on it, taking about half of his 9-inch-long pole inside mouth.
After about a minute of this, Lara placed both of her hands on his muscular thighs and pressed forward, feeling her throat expand around his cock. As the Prince’s cock pushed inside her throat, Lara felt his hand spasm around her ponytail from the uncontrollably pleasure he felt. She would have smiled, if her mouth wasn’t already busy. Lara’s throat stretched-open elastically around the Prince’s large cock, as she forced her lips all the way down his shaft, until her nose was buried in his wiry black pubic hair. Her throat made a depraved gulping sound, as she held herself in that position for several seconds, before pulling all the way out. Lara gasped for air, while a long strand of saliva drooped down between her wet lips and the Prince’s glistening black penis.
The other men in the room started speaking in hushed voices in their native language. Oral sex was typically not something that was practiced by Nubian wives, although the temple priestesses would often partake in it, but deepthroating was practically unheard of – Nubian penises were simply too large for any woman to do such a thing. And yet now they were witnessing it firsthand. None of the men had ever seen a woman swallow an entire penis inside her mouth, and they found the sight mesmerizing. Lara plunged forward again, and the men watched awestruck, as her graceful throat stretched open around their brother’s cock, like a python swallowing a waterfowl.
While Lara bobbed her head effortlessly up and down on the Prince’s thick black cock, her audience was able to follow her progress by seeing how far down the bulge in her throat went. Lara was making audible gulping noises each time she deepthroated the black Prince, and saliva was leaking from her lips and drooling down her chin. Lara’s slender throat stretched open and closed around the Prince’s cock like an elastic windsock. The Prince had never experienced anything as tight, warm and wonderful as Lara’s throat, and it became too much for him. Moments later, he started to ejaculate.
Lara could feel the tall African’s warm cum spurting against the back of her throat. She could feel his gooey cum sliding down her throat, directly into her stomach. It made her feel incredibly dirty and horny, and she reached down between her legs and started rubbing herself again. She was still rubbing herself when the African in her mouth pulled out and she felt another cock pushing in between her buttocks from behind. Now that all three of her holes had been claimed, it appeared that the remaining Princes were free to choose any hole they wanted. Lara’s well-used asshole stretched open around the newest cock and effortlessly swallowed it inside.
Still up on her knees, Lara felt the African behind her reach around to grab her breasts. His strong black fingers sunk into the soft white flesh of her breasts, as he squeezed them like a baker kneading dough. Lara arched her spine and pushed her buttocks back against the tribesman, trying to push him deeper inside her ass, while she continued to strum her clitoris like a guitar. The Prince took her forcefully from behind, driving his cock into her ass as deeply as possible. Each hard thrust made her entire body bounce, and made a loud slapping noise as his thighs smacked against her ass. Lara’s firm buttocks rippled like the surface of a pond, under each impact. Meanwhile, his molesting fingers left visible red marks on the soft white flesh of her breasts.
The tribesman suddenly bottomed out inside her, and Lara felt warm cum splashing deep inside her bowels. When he finished, Lara suddenly found herself pushed forward onto her hands and knees. Another large black cock pushed unceremoniously inside her asshole from behind, while a second one slapped her face from the front. The other Princes further down the pecking order had clearly grown impatient and couldn’t wait any longer. Lara serviced the cock in front of her with her mouth, while the second one stretched open her asshole. All the while, she continued to rub her clit, while the remaining tribesmen watched and the hidden cameras recorded.
Lara’s throat stretched open around another cock, while her asshole expanded open once again. The two men fucked her like jackrabbits from both ends, barely pulling out with their short, fast thrusts. After a couple of minutes, Lara swallowed another load in her mouth, and shortly after she felt the man behind her ejaculate as well, adding his seed to the lake of cum filling her ass. They were immediately replaced by two more Princes, who resumed fucking her from both ends. The remaining Princes spoke in their native language, while they watched their brothers spit-roasting the beautiful white woman. Those who hadn’t yet used her spoke of their intentions, and those whose turn had already passed compared notes on how her mouth, pussy and ass had felt. Although her tight pussy was freely available for them to use, it seemed that for novelty reasons, all of the men desired to use either her mouth or her ass.
Lara swallowed three more loads in her mouth, while another four Princes chose to cum in her ass. Lara orgasmed two more times during their fucking session, all of which was captured by Sam’s hidden cameras. Lara’s sexy asshole was left gaping open half-an-inch-wide, and a thin trickle of cum was leaking down her leg, while her lips and chin were sticky with cum and saliva. The King addressed his sons, while Prince Ammon translated for Lara’s benefit.
“King Ajola says that you have proven yourself worthy of Hathor, and it is time for you to receive your prize.” Prince Ammon said.
Lara stood up and reached for her clothes.
“The Chosen of Hathor has no need for clothing.” Prince Ammon said, smirking.
Lara blushed when she saw the amused smiles on the other tribesmen’s faces, and realised that they intended to parade her naked through the streets. Some of the redness in Lara’s cheeks was caused by her embarrassment, but most of it was caused by her arousal. Lara’s heart beat faster, as she left the King’s house and walked naked into the sunlight. There was a hushed silence, as everyone in the square stopped to stare at her. Lara was acutely aware that she had dried cum upon her face, and a trickle of cum was still leaking down her thighs from her well-used ass.
Apparently, the news of Lara’s arrival had spread quickly, and the square was now packed full of hundreds of men and women, all scrambling to get a look at the beautiful white woman claiming to be the Chosen Avatar of Hathor. The crowd parted, as King Ajola and his sons walked slowly across the square towards the Temple. Lara followed closely behind them, her cheeks turning bright red with shame and arousal, as she felt every pair of eyes following her movements.
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