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Lara's Voluntary Enslavement	By : CrossroadsMk2 Category: +S through Z > Tomb Raider (all) > Tomb Raider (all) Views: 50013 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Twenty-four 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. After being physically and mentally broken in Siberia, Lara has fully submitted to Sarah’s authority. Now she finds herself in Africa, trading her body for a valuable ancient artefact possessed by a powerful Nubian Tribe.
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When Lara stepped out of the King’s hut, she was shocked by how many villagers were crowding the main square. When she had first entered the King’s residence, the 300-foot-wide courtyard had been mostly empty, with just a dozen male worshippers lined-up outside the pyramid-shaped Temple of Hathor; but now the square was packed with tribesmen. It reminded Lara of a busy New Years Eve celebration: it looked like the entire village had turned out to see her, and the women had even brought their children with them.
An excited murmuring fell across the crowd, as King Ajola and his sons emerged from the King’s residence. The crowd parted before him, deferentially. Lara froze in the doorway, as her heart raced in her chest and her cheeks turned bright red with embarrassment. The crowd fell silent and every pair of eyes was looking her direction. Lara took a deep breath and walked naked into the square. She felt the eyes of everyone present upon her. Initially, she kept her eyes downcast, feeling ashamed of her nakedness; but the longer she remained naked, the more her embarrassment was eclipsed by feelings of excitement and anticipation.
Lara stood out like ivory on obsidian: the jet-black skin of her Nubian hosts made her smooth white skin appear even paler, despite her light tan. Lara followed in the wake of the royal family. At first, she avoided making eye contact with the natives, but eventually she overcame her embarrassment and starting taking in her surroundings. The black tribesmen crowded in on her from all sides, but they made no attempt to grab her or impede her progress. The silence that had accompanied her appearance transformed into a loud cacophony of native voices. Lara felt her cheeks turning bright red, from the realisation that everyone was talking about her.
Word must have spread amongst the inhabitants that the Avatar of Hathor, the prophesised chosen one of their sacred Goddess, had arrived in the village. The superstitious African tribesmen regarded her with a mixture of curiosity and awe – especially the children, who had never seen a white-skinned woman before. To the devout women and children who worshipped Hathor, the Goddess of Love and Fertility, Lara seemed like the personification of their Goddess: a flawless representation of feminine beauty. The presence of so many children made Lara feel especially uncomfortable, since she still wore the evidence of her recent gangbang with the King and his sons. Her face was splattered with drying cum, and a sticky trail of cum was trickling down her inner thighs from her well-used asshole.
To Lara’s surprise, this didn’t seem to perturb the woman and children, since it was accepted that the men of the tribe should worship Hathor by having sex with the Temple Priestesses. Indeed, the male tribesmen all had pronounced bulges at the front of the traditional red Nubian robes, as they looked upon Lara’s flawless white body with undisguised lust. As far as they were concerned, even if Lara proved not to be the Chosen of Hathor, they would still get to enjoy the novelty of having sex with a white woman.
Being the only naked person amongst hundreds of full-clothed people made Lara feel incredibly self-conscious. But to her surprise, the longer she remained naked amongst the hundreds of tribesmen, the more aroused and excited she felt. Soon, she was unabashedly meeting the gazes of the lusty tribesmen staring at her, and shamelessly smiling back at them. It was like a damn burst in her mind, washing away the stuffy morality of her noble birth and entitled upbringing. Much like married women used alcoholic intoxication to excuse their infidelity, Lara was using Sarah’s control of her as an excuse to surrender to her hedonistic desires.
Except for Sarah, no one else knew that she was here. There was no one here to judge her and there were no cameras here to record her. For once, she didn’t have to worry about her career and reputation, and upholding the proud Croft family name. She was so sick of living under the constant weight of responsibility that came with being the 11^th Countess of Abingdon. Just once, she wanted to lose control and not worry about the consequences. At that moment, Lara decided that she wouldn’t let this opportunity go to waste – she would live for the moment and suck every ounce of pleasure she could from it.
Lara looked up ahead and got her first close look at the Temple of Hathor. It was an imposing mudbrick pyramid, which stood at least 3 times higher than any other structure in the village. A line of 8 young priestesses were waiting for them at the entrance to the Temple. None of them looked older than thirty, and each one was dressed in a revealing blue-green robe that ended above the knees and hung down from their left shoulders like togas, but left their right breasts exposed. They parted to admit the King and his sons, and then bowed reverentially to Lara, as she walked past.
The towering entryway to the Temple was oppressively dark, with no natural light spilling inside. Lara took a deep breath and walked through it. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the darkness. She found herself standing at the end of a long corridor with small rooms branching off from it. There were no windows, and the only light came from a series of flickering torches mounted on the walls between each doorway. The smell of woodsmoke followed them, as they walked down the corridor, towards the shrine at the heart of the Temple.
Inside the main chamber was the Shrine to Hathor, which also doubled as the High Priestess’s throne room. The Idol of Hathor sat at one end of the room, elevated on a stone altar, while at the other end of the room was a raised wooden throne, upon which was seated the High Priestess. The High Priestess was aged in her mid-40’s and was wearing a longer and less revealing blue-green robe. Lara guessed that she must have been a real beauty to look upon back in her prime, as even now she was a handsome woman. The High Priestess was flanked by two senior priestesses, who looked to be aged in their early 30’s. Lara assumed they played the role of assistants and advisors to the High Priestess.
The King spoke to the High Priestess in his native language. What followed was a vitriolic exchange that seemed to shock everyone present. Prince Ammon spoke soothingly, attempting to calm the situation, but the High Priestess and King ignored him and continued to shout over him. Unknown to Lara, the High Priestess was not happy about King Ajola’s deal to sell the sacred Idol of Hathor to Sarah Green. She saw right through the King’s assertion that Lara was the Avatar of Hathor and saw the entire affair for what it was: a cynical attempt by King Ajola to enrich himself at the expense of the spiritual wellbeing of his people.
The King was starting to turn red arguing with the High Priestess, but she appeared unwilling to compromise. The relationship between the King and High Priestess was a complicated one, for while the King was the absolute ruler of the Tribe, the High Priestess was the highest authority in all religious matters. It didn’t help that the High Priestess was King Ajola’s first wife, who had been sent to the Temple to serve as a priestess, after their marriage was annulled when she was declared barren.
At first, she retained her love for him, and it was apparently reciprocated, because for the next 15 years he continued to visit her several times a week, to worship Hathor by making love to her. But as she grew older, his visits grew less frequent, and he began to turn his attention towards the younger priestesses. Now, after years of neglect, she had grown old and bitter, and she regarded Lara as the latest usurper to her position. King Ajola looked royally pissed at this roadblock to his planned alliance with Lady Sarah. He stared malevolently up at the High Priestess, who merely smiled triumphantly down at him from her wooden throne. Having been outmanoeuvred by the High Priestess, the towering King stormed from the chamber, followed by most of his sons. This just left Lara, Prince Ammon, and the High Priestess and her entourage.
“That is unfortunate.” Prince Ammon said bluntly.
“What did she say?” Lara asked, blushing as she imagined having sex with handsome and muscular black Prince.
“The High Priestess says that she will not hand over the Idol of Hathor. She says you are a deceiver and not the true Avatar of the Goddess.” Ammon said.
“But I’ve already paid you the money! I’ve already slept with you!” Lara objected, now feeling outraged that the King had gone back on his word.
Prince Ammon held up a conciliatory hand.
“The King still intends to honour his agreement with Lady Sarah. Unfortunately, he cannot overrule the High Priestess in matters of religion. You must be patient. Wait a few months. We will find a way to persuade her to drop her objections.” Prince Ammon said.
A few months, Lara thought! Lady Sarah would not be pleased by that delay, and she might even blame Lara for it!
“What would it take to prove myself worthy?” Lara asked.
Prince Ammon suddenly looked uncomfortable for the first time since Lara had met him. There was a test that Lara could accept to prove her status as the Chosen one, but he was reluctant to mention it: not out of any concern for Lara’s wellbeing, but because the penalty for failing was typically death, and he worried that Lara’s death could negatively impact their deal with Lady Sarah.
“Well??” Lara repeated.
“There is a test, but no one has ever passed it. Every woman who’s tried has died, either during the test, or from being executed for failure.” Ammon explained.
“What does the test involve?” Lara asked.
“Hathor is the Goddess of Love. The Temple priestesses accept worship from the villagers on her behalf, in the form of sex. In return for giving this service, they earn donations for the Temple.” Ammon said.
Lara was shocked! What he was describing sounded like religiously sanctioned prostitution! The scantily-clad priestesses outside were prostitutes, and the line of worshippers who had been lining up outside the Temple were their customers. Lara stared up at the High Priestess and felt a deep sense of loathing towards the older woman, who she now viewed as little better than a pimp, cruelly taking advantage of the young women in her care. Ammon gathered his thoughts and then continued.
“The Temple priestesses only accept worship during the hours of daylight, to honour the Goddess. Men are forbidden to have sex after dark, unless it is with their wives, for the purpose of procreation. A typical priestess will satisfy at least a dozen worshipers each day, while the most talented among them can satisfy two or even three times that number. But the Chosen of Hathor is expected to receive the worship of every man in the village in a single day.” Ammon said.
“How many men are in the village?” Lara asked, almost dreading the answer.
“288, including the royal family.” Prince Ammon said.
Lara felt her pulse rate quicken at the prospect of being gangbanged by 288 muscular well-hung tribesmen. She knew she should be cautious, given that the price of failure was death, but Lara had always been an adrenaline junky, and the danger just intensified her feelings of excitement and arousal. But was such a feat even possible? Lara did some quick arithmetic in her head. Assuming a standard 12-hour day, that meant she would need to have sex with 24 tribesmen an hour, or one every 2.5 minutes – and she would have to keep that up for an entire day!
“Are there any other rules?” Lara asked, trying to ignore the moistness between her legs and focus on the problem at hand.
Prince Ammon looked confused.
“Can I have sex with more than one man at the same time?” Lara asked, blushing at the bluntness of her lewd question.
“Nothing is forbidden to the Avatar of Hathor. She is the Goddess of love, and all forms of lovemaking are permitted.” Prince Ammon replied.
Lara grinned at his answer, and knew with certainty that she could do this.
“Tell the High Priestess that I am the Avatar of Hathor and I accept her challenge!” Lara said confidently.
Prince Ammon looked dubious, but reluctantly conveyed her words to the High Priestess. The older woman scoffed at her pronouncement and said something in reply, before leaving the chamber with her fellow priestesses. Prince Ammon bowed as she exited, and then turned his attention back to Lara.
“The High Priestess says that the test will begin tomorrow morning at sunrise. I hope you know what you’re doing, Lady Croft, because if you fail, even the King will be hard-pressed to save you from being executed as a charlatan.” Prince Ammon said.
“I know what I’m doing.” Lara insisted, saying those words to convince herself as much as her muscular African host.
Prince Ammon nodded.
“As per the ritual, you will stay inside the Temple tonight, to allow you to commune with the Goddess. The Priestesses of Hathor will stand vigil outside the Temple, and act as your honour guard until the time of the ritual. I will have them bring you food and water, and show you where to bathe.” Prince Ammon said.
True to his word, two of the younger priestesses brought her a wooden platter containing indigenous fruits, locally grown vegetables and dried salted meats, along with several pitchers of fresh water. They also showed her the washing and toilet facilities located behind the Temple. Any time Lara went to use these, she was accompanied by an honour guard of 4 priestesses, all armed with spears. For all that Prince Ammon had called them her honour guard, they behaved more like her jailers, and they never let her out of their sight, even she squatted down to use the primitive toilet.
To say that the facilities available were primitive was a gross understatement: her bath consisted of a bucket and sponge, and the toilet was little more than a hole in the ground, with a wet rag on the end of a stick to wipe herself clean. Lara tried not to think about how many other people had used that same wet rag before her. Back inside the Temple, a blanket had been laid out over a bed of grass for her to sleep on. By now, the sun had set and the square outside the Temple was dark, except for burning torches that had been staked out around the Temple’s entrance – presumably to make it impossible for Lara to slip away into the night.
Inside the Temple, the only light came from the burning torches adorning the walls. Lara felt incredibly horny and crept over to the corridor, to make certain she was alone. At the other end of the long corridor, she could see the outlines of several spear-armed priestesses, standing guard with their backs to the entrance, barring entry to the Temple. Satisfied that she wouldn’t be disturbed, Lara laid down on top of her makeshift bed and began to masturbate. It seemed bizarre that she felt so horny, given that she had already been gangbanged by King Ajola and his sons earlier that day, but she just couldn’t help herself. She felt like she was in a constant state of arousal.
Lara closed her eyes and rubbed herself, while fantasising about the hundreds of big black cocks that would be fucking her tomorrow. She easily brought herself to orgasm, but it wasn’t nearly as satisfying as when Sarah made her cum. After a short break, and with nothing else to occupy her time and attention, she masturbated again. Lara felt frustrated and bored. At that moment, she would have given anything for Lady Sarah to fist her to a mind-blowing orgasm, or fuck her senseless with a ridiculously oversized strap-on dildo.
As Lara rubbed her clit, her eyes roamed across the room, looking for anything remotely phallic shaped that she could use to pleasure herself. But the room was practically bare, except for… No! She couldn’t do that! Lara tried to push the dirty thoughts from her mind, but her eyes kept darting back to the stone altar, upon which sat the Idol of Hathor. The Idol was about 14-inches tall and shaped like a four-sided obelisk, with a wider base that tapered narrower towards the pyramid shaped tip. It looked like a miniature version of the Washington Monument, but with smooth rounded edges instead of hard lines, probably thanks to the deep blue Lapis Lazuli stone that it was made of.
The deep blue surface of the Idol had been polished smooth and was inlaid with gold. On the front of the Idol was a golden depiction of the Goddess Hathor – a tall beautiful woman wearing a U-shaped headdress of two curved horns – while the other sides were filled with intricate golden hieroglyphics. She couldn’t believe she was considering using it as a sex toy! She was an archaeologist! She was trained to treat all ancient artifacts with the upmost respect! Using one as a makeshift dildo was not just extremely unprofessional, but it was probably sacrilegious as well! And yet… She was alone. If no one found out, what would be the harm? After a few more moments of indecision, she peered back around the corner. Then she returned to the altar and reached for the Idol of Hathor.
Several hundred feet away, in a large hut reserved for visitors, Sam Nishimura was watching Lara’s antics being transmitted from the four wireless ultra-high-definition cameras hidden inside the darkened central chamber of the Temple of Hathor. Lara seemed completely unaware that she was being recorded. Being able to secretly watch her best friend masturbate had awakened a previously undiscovered voyeuristic side to Sam’s personality. Sam couldn’t tear her eyes away from the high-resolution computer monitors in front of her, as she recorded Lara vigorously masturbating from multiple angles. Sam grinned at the confirmation that her classy aristocratic best friend was nothing more than a horny little slut!
“She’s probably imagining all the big black cock she’ll be fucking tomorrow!” Sam muttered to herself.
Any lingering doubts that Sam had about Lara’s sexual addiction had disappeared, after she watched her friend being gangbanged in every hole by the Tribal King and his sons. She could tell from the expression on Lara’s beautiful face that she was having the time of her life. It took all of Sam’s self-control not to masturbate, when afterwards the King paraded Lara naked through the central square, for all his people to see. Sam didn’t understand why she found the sight of her proud and confident friend being humbled and sexually humiliated so erotic and captivating.
Sarah’s people had installed more than a dozen ultra-high-definition cameras around the Temple of Hathor and the central square, which followed Lara’s progress using advanced AI programming. Now that she was inside the Temple, Sam used the same AI programming to direct the hidden cameras as she desired. The UHD cameras were state-of-the-art, with intuitive set-and-forget features that made them incredibly easy to use. Sam instructed one of the cameras to focus on Lara’s blushing face at all times, to capture every micro-expression she made while she masturbated; another camera was instructed to focus on her pussy, while the remaining cameras recorded a wider view of Lara’s naked body from two different angles.
After she finished, Sam followed Lara’s movements, as she walked over to the stone altar and examined the Idol of Hathor. After about a minute, she saw Lara sneak across the room and peer down the long corridor that led to the front entrance of the Temple, before returning to the Idol and lifting it from the altar.
“Maybe she’s going to examine it.” Sam muttered to herself.
Lara held the blue and gold Idol reverently, and carried it over to her makeshift bed. The burning torches set around the chamber cast a soft orange hue across Lara’s naked body. The flickering firelight enhanced Lara’s athletic physique and feminine curves, making her appear almost cartoonish in her perfection. When Lara spread her legs apart, the shape they made reminded Sam of the stylised “M” of the McDonald’s Golden Arches. What they hell is she doing, Sam wondered?
Sam’s eyes narrowed with incomprehension, as Lara dribbled a glob of saliva down onto her hand and started rubbing it onto the pyramid-shaped top of the dark-blue Idol. Sam’s eyes widened with realization. She’s not! Was it even possible, Sam thought incredulously? The Idol of Hathor was the size of a bowling pin! The Idol was shaped like an obelisk, but with rounded corners and edges. It was almost 2-inches wide at the pyramid-shaped tip and thickened to over 4-inches wide at the squarish base. Lara gripped the heavy stone idol with both hands and pressed to tip against her wet pussy.
Sam held her breath and leaned forward in her chair. She watched in silent awe, as Lara pushed the thick tip of the Idol inside her pussy. Sam wondered if her friend had always secretly been able to insert such enormous objects inside herself. Unknown to Sam, taking an object of this size would have been unthinkable for Lara 6-months earlier; but a daily regimen of fisting from Sarah had altered Lara’s holes to such an extent that they now possessed an almost supernatural ability to stretch open around any object, and then to shrink back to their original size afterwards.
Sam’s initial shock turned into delight, as she watched Lara push the Idol inside her pussy as far as it would go. Now with 4-inches of smooth stone Idol buried inside her pussy, Lara gripped the Idol with both hands and started forcefully fucking herself with it. This was not a gentle fucking either – Lara was literally ramming the bowling-pin-sized artifact in and out of her stretched hole with all her might. Sam heard an audible moan escape from Lara’s lips, as she managed to cram another inch of the Idol of Hathor inside her pussy. Lara was now pistoning just over a third of the thick stone Idol in and out of her stretched pussy.
As Sam watched, she became aware of a loud squelching sound echoing through the chamber, and it took her a moment to realize what she was hearing through her computer speakers. Because of the squarish shape of the tapered obelisk, Lara’s pussy was unable to form an airtight seal around it. Each time she pushed it inside herself, the flat sides of the Idol created small gaps through which air could escape. Sam doubted she would ever look at Lara the same, after hearing her making such loud and unladylike queefing noises. Lara moaned loudly, as she managed to cram another 2 inch of the four-sided stone Idol inside her needy pussy.
Lara’s pussy was gaping open almost 3-inches wide – about the same diameter as when Sarah was fisting her. Sam knew it was unprofessional, but she undid her shorts and started rubbing her clit, as she watched her famous best friend pounding her pussy with the enormous improvised dildo. The top half of the Idol was now coated in Lara’s love juices, which were dripping down the sides like syrup. With less friction, Lara was able to ram 7-inches of the thick stone Idol into her hole. She kept pistoning it in out relentlessly, going faster and faster. The queefing sounds she was making got louder as well, as the stone Idol displaced the air inside Lara’s gaping pussy like a bicycle pump.
Lara fucked herself with the enormous stone Idol for another 10 minutes, before she experienced a shuddering orgasm.
“I’m a dirty little slut!” Lara moaned to herself, almost pleadingly.
Sam had been edging herself up until that point, and now she experienced her own powerful orgasm. Lara pulled the Idol of Hathor from her gaping pussy. The Idol had transformed her smooth tight pussy into a gaping 1.5-inch-wide cavern. Sam zoomed in on Lara’s pussy, watching her pussy lips squeezing shut like a pair of flesh-coloured stage curtains. Lara wiped her juices from the Idol using her bedsheet, and then place it back upon the altar. As Sam’s orgasm subsided, she knew that she wanted to be involved in Lara’s sexual journey. She just wasn’t ready to do it publicly, as she was afraid that it might make her relationship with Lara awkward.
Sam thought back to the videos that Sarah had shown her, of Lara having sex with her staff. If the staff were allowed to fuck Lara, Sam didn’t see a reason why she shouldn’t also get a turn with her as well. She’d ask Sarah about it, once her current assignment was up. Maybe she could wear a mask, to hide her identity, or Lara could be made to wear a blindfold, Sam thought. As Lara curled up in a foetal position on her makeshift bed and drifted off to sleep, Sam climbed into her sleeping bag and dreamed of what it would feel like to fist her best friend in real life.
Lara was awakened by the Temple priestesses about an hour before dawn. They brought her a light breakfast of tropical fruit and water, and then escorted her outside to use the toilet facilities. The square was already filling with the male inhabitants of the village, although none encroached upon the area directly outside the Temple of Hathor. A square clearing had been demarcated with chalk markings on the hard-packed ground, and a tri-masted wooden pole sat at each corner, bearing a wooden mask depicting the Goddess Hathor.
Lara relieved herself and then waited just inside the Temple entrance for her trial to begin. About 15 minutes before dawn, King Ajola and the High Priestess arrived from opposite ends of the courtyard, accompanied by their respective retinues. They spoke in hushed voices, with the King quietly demanding that the High Priestess backdown and submit to his wishes. The High Priestess rebuffed him, much to his annoyance, and walked to the centre of the square to address the congregation of men. Despite her bitchy behaviour towards the King, the High Priestess was smart enough to keep that aspect of her personality hidden from the rest of the tribe. As far as they were concerned, she was a kind and devout holy woman, and the earthly representative of their revered Goddess.
For the first time, the High Priestess found her reputation a double-edged sword. She couldn’t come right out and denounce the foreign whore as a false Avatar. So, she played lip service to the possibility that Lara was the Chosen one and wished her luck in winning the Goddess’s favour. Once her short speech was done, the High Priestess concluded the ceremony by lifting the Idol of Hathor to her lips and kissing it. As she kissed the Idol, the High Priestess paused and Lara’s face paled. Lara watched wide-eyed as the High Priestess sniffed the Idol suspiciously, unable to place the familiar scent. Lara looked away guiltily, while across the village in her hut, Sam pealed with laughter – since she knew exactly what that smell was.
After a moment’s hesitation, the High Priestess raised the Idol of Hathor above her head, to the cheers of the gathered tribesmen. Then the first rays of sunlight spilled over the horizon and reflected from the gold inlaid into the Idol, signalling that the test had begun. The spear-armed priestesses waved Lara forward from the Temple entrance. Tradition dictated that Lara would be used in order of social status. The King would go first, followed by the royal family. Then would come the older warriors, followed by the younger warriors. The youngest men would go last - teenagers who had recently been elevated to manhood and had not yet proven themselves in battle. 288 men, Lara thought, almost salivating at the prospect!
Her entire body tingled with excitement, as she walked naked into the dawn light. The hard, lust-filled stares of the primitive men crowding around her filled her with arousal, and made her pussy wet with anticipation. For their part, the natives had never seen a woman as beautiful and regal as this white-skinned westerner. Most Nubian women were tall and flat, with jet-black skin, which made Lara’s pale skin and voluptuous body seemed almost otherworldly to them. Lara’s large perfectly-shaped breasts seemed to defy gravity, as they bounced against her chest with each step she took. Her gorgeous ass looked like two smooth round melons, ready to eat. Her tiny waist and long athletic legs gave her a graceful hourglass appearance that sent the men’s pulses racing; and as they watched the sensual sway of her hips, every man present longed to thrust his manhood inside her fertile young body.
King Ajola stepped forward into the chalked-off clearing outside the Temple. The clearing was about 20-feet-wide and was surrounded by spear-armed priestesses, there to deter any tribesman from getting too rowdy or impatient. The King disrobed, and Lara was again awed by his towering physical presence. King Ajola was a giant – 6’9” tall and massively muscled – and he had a cock to match: 10-inches long and as thick as Lara’s forearm. Lara had already felt that cock deep inside her ass the previous day, so she knew what to expect. Given his apparent penchant for anal sex, Lara was surprised when King Ajola lifted her into the air and impaled her pussy onto his waiting cock.
Unknown to Lara, anal sex was taboo in Nubian culture, and despite his desire to stretch open Lara’s tight ass once again, the King couldn’t be seen to publicly violate that social norm. King Ajola also planned to use this opportunity to impress his people with his physical strength and sexual prowess – to show them that he was still strong and virile, despite his age. In an impressive display of strength, King Ajola grabbed Lara around the waist and bounced her up and down on his cock. Lara felt like a human-sized Fleshlight, as she was repeatedly impaled downwards onto King Ajola’s thick shaft. Lara’s dripping pussy sank lower onto the King’s monstrous cock with each thrust, until all but the last 3-inches were inside her.
Each bouncing motion of her body caused the tip of his cock to slam against her cervix like a medieval battering-ram. Lara was in heaven – not only was she being roughly fucked by a well-hung black tribesman, but she was being taken in front of the entire Tribe. It was like her dirtiest wet dream had come true. Lara let go of all her doubts and hangups, and embraced her inner slut. She wrapped her athletic legs around the King’s thick muscular waist, not to brace herself but rather to pull him deeper inside her. She wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders and walked wet kisses up the side of his neck, while pressing herself into him like the neediest whore.
The feeling of Lara’s full lips caressing his skin and her hot breath blowing against his neck drove the mighty King mad with desire. His thrusts became more frantic, and Lara’s cervix caved inwards around his invading cock, allowing him to cram another inch of thick black meat inside her stretched pussy. When he was finally about to climax, the King’s strokes became longer and slower. Lara’s ass jiggled which each powerful thrust, and her large breasts bounced up and down like basketballs. The King let at a primal growl and started to cum. He jammed is enormous cock inside Lara’s pussy as far it would go, and Lara shivered with pleasure, as she felt his warm cum jetting against the back of her pussy.
Despite being on birth control, Lara momentarily wished that the King’s potent sperm would spurt through her cervix and flood her womb. She secretly imagined herself becoming pregnant and spending the rest of her days in the primitive African village, while Lady Sarah kept her Estate and Title. The Croft family name would fade into obscurity, while Lara lived her sluttiest life, being endlessly fucked and bred by the King and his sons. Lara’s beautiful cheeks flushed red, as she experienced a powerful orgasm.
“I’m a dirty little slut!” Lara moaned instinctively, as she orgasmed.
Lady Sarah had trained her well, and uttering that self-deprecating phrase was now an unconscious part of Lara’s sexual activities. Lara’s wanton moans were swallowed-up by the sound of thunderous applause, as the tribesmen paid tribute to their mighty King. He deposited Lara on the ground and waved to his people, while a line started forming at one end of the clearing. Prince Ammon was the next man to walk forward into the clearing. Lara didn’t wait for him to come to her and moved forward to meet him.
At 12-inches-long, Prince Ammon’s cock was even longer that his father’s, although not quite as thick. Lara dropped to her knees in front of him, almost salivating at the thought of swallowing his glorious penis. Prince Ammon placed his hands on his hips, and allowed Lara to worship his foot-long black cock with her tongue. She licked up and down his balls and shaft, leaving a trail of wet saliva glistening in the morning sun. Then she took a deep breath and opened her mouth. The crowd of tribesmen watching grew silent with shock, as they watched Lara slide her red lips half way down Prince Ammon’s cock, and then keep going.
Lara’s throat bulged outwards, as she took his entire length down her throat, not stopping until his balls were resting against her chin. The crowd watched in stunned silence, as Lara pulled halfway out and then plunged forward again. The crowd burst into thunderous applause, drowning out the loud “Gluk, Gluk, Gluk” sound coming from Lara’s throat. While oral sex was not unheard of, the tribesmen had never seen a woman with Lara’s deepthroating talents before, and it drove them into an excited frenzy. Unknown to Lara, intense discussions started occurring between the tribesmen, as they realised that they now had a choice of which hole to fuck the beautiful white woman in.
For his part, Prince Ammon looked like he was in heaven. He grabbed hold of Lara’s long ponytail, and guided her mouth up and down on his cock. It was done out of habit, rather than to force her to deepthroat him, since she was already doing that herself. As the surrounding tribesmen chattered excitedly amongst themselves and craned their necks to get a better view, the High Priestess watched with barely disguised anger. She heard several nearby tribesmen already referring to the King’s white whore as the “Avatar of Hathor” and speculating about the religious significance of Lara’s tattoos. Didn’t they understand that she was an imposter, the High Priestess thought?
She needed Lara to fail, so that everything in the village could return to normal. Then she got an idea. The High Priestess signalled her companions that she was about to speak. The other priestesses butted their spears into the ground, to call for silence. All talking ceased, and soon the only sounds that could be heard was the obscene “Gluk, Gluk, Gluk” sounds coming from Lara’s throat, each time it stretched open around Prince Ammon’s cock; and the slutty slapping noises that his balls made, each time they slapped against Lara’s chin.
Lara could hear the High Priestess speaking to the crowd, but she couldn’t understand what she was saying. When she finished speaking, the tribesmen in the square let out a loud cheer, although the King narrowed his eyes in anger. The High Priestess had just announced that Lara, in her capacity as the Avatar of Hathor, had asked that the usual sexual taboos be suspended – anal sex was no longer forbidden and Lara could be fucked by more than one man at once. It was a calculated slight by the High Priestess: she knew about King Ajola’s secret fetish for anal sex, so she deliberately delayed her announcement until after King Ajola had already had his turn with Lara. The High Priestess reasoned that the best way to get Lara to quit would be to have her brutally gangraped and sodomized. She had no way of knowing that she was playing right into Lara’s twisted fantasy.
King Ajola stormed back to his residence in a huff of barely supressed rage. Meanwhile, his second-eldest son couldn’t have been more delighted. Not only would Prince Akola get to sample the pleasures of Lara’s asshole, which had been denied to him on the previous day, but he could also steal some of his elder brother's thunder. In what would have been an insulting breech of protocol, had it not been expressly permitted by the High Priestess, Prince Akola joined his brother in the clearing. Prince Akola grabbed hold of Lara’s hips and pulled her backwards onto her hands and knees. Prince Ammon grunted in annoyance, as the action caused his cock to slip out of Lara’s mouth.
Prince Ammon scowled at his younger brother. Not only was his prestige tarnished by having to share Lara in front of all the villagers, but now he was forced to lower himself further, both figuratively and literally, since he was too tall for Lara’s mouth to reach his cock while he was standing. Annoyed but unable to contradict the High Priestess in matters of religion, Prince Ammon knelt in front of Lara’s head and shoved his cock back inside her mouth. Prince Akola spat on his cock and smiled at his scowling brother, before pressing forward between Lara’s buttocks.
As Lara’s throat expanded around Prince Ammon’s thick black cock, Prince Akola’s cock stabbed inside her asshole. Prince Akola was smaller than his brother, and Lara’s asshole easily swallowed his cock to the hilt. Prince Akola started fucking her stretched-open asshole with long and powerful strokes. He was revelling in the spotlight that his brother had been forced to share with him, and he made sure to thrust into Lara with enough force to make her breasts bounce and her buttocks jiggle under each impact.
Lara’s naked body rocked sexily backwards and forwards between the two masculine Africans, as they established their rhythm. Despite his initial anger, Prince Ammon smiled back at his brother. It was hard to stay angry when one of the most beautiful women in the world was swallowing your cock like an African python. The two muscular black Princes spit-roasted Lara’s helpless naked body between them. Lara was in heaven, and was rocking backwards and forwards between them, to maximize the depth of their penetrations. Prince Ammon orgasmed first – another victory for his younger brother – and shot his cum directly down Lara’s throat. Prince Akola came less than a minutes later, shooting hot jets of cum deep inside Lara’s bowels.
As they walked away, the next two eldest sons of the King walked into the clearing. Lara grunted, as her slippery asshole was stretched open by a fresh black cock, and another was shoved down her throat. Lara moaned with pleasure, as she rocked backwards and forwards on her hands and knees. She loved the feeling of her throat and asshole being stretched open around the thick black cocks. It made her feel so hot and dirty! She had no way to tell what time it was, and thus no way to know if she was running ahead or behind schedule, so she fucked the African men back as much as she could.
Lara rolled her hips up and down, to add more stimulation for the man fucking her ass, and tilted her head from side to side around the cock sliding in and out of her mouth. The extra stimulation caused the next two Princes to last an even shorter time than their older brothers had. They filled Lara’s holes with their cum, and then the next two Princes in line walked forward and took their turns with her. Like most of the men in the village, they could fuck their wives’ pussies at any time, so there was no question that the holes they would choose would be Lara’s ass and mouth.
When all of the King’s sons had their turn filling Lara’s ass and mouth with their cum, it was the turn of the old warriors. These men also came forward in pairs, following the example of the royal family. One of the older bearded-black tribesmen knelt in front of Lara’s head and pressed his cock between her eager lips, while his comrade knelt down behind her. Thanks to the attentions of the King and his sons, who were notoriously well-endowed, even by Nubian standards, the tiny star of Lara’s asshole was gaping open to about half the diameter of the cocks fucking it.
But to everyone’s surprise, including Lara’s, he didn’t choose to fuck her open asshole like all the men before him, and instead chose to thrust inside her pussy. The old warrior knew he didn’t have many seasons left, and he wanted to win the favour of the Goddess Hathor, by being the man that impregnated her Chosen Avatar. He also hadn’t fathered any sons during his long life, and so he held out hope that he might breed a strong one with the beautiful white woman. The old warrior pressed his cock in between Lara’s smooth pussy lips and pushed inside.
Lara moaned around the black cock in her mouth, as the curved penis of the warrior behind her slid across her G-spot. The old warrior grabbed hold of her hourglass hips and began pumping his cock in and out of Lara’s dripping wet pussy. Lara rewarded his choice by rolling her hips up and down and grinding her pussy backwards against cock. She was in turn rewarded by the feeling of his cum spraying inside her pussy less than a minute later.
Across the other side of the village, Sam was watching Lara’s slutty performance from multiple angles on the eight high resolution computer monitors in front of her. Each monitor displayed a live feed from a different camera, spaced out around the square. The advanced AI had three cameras zoomed-in on Lara’s face, pussy and ass at all times, with three others capturing a full-body view of Lara being fucked from different angles. The last two cameras were further away, and Sam used these to show a wide-angle view of the square, and the large crowd of tribesmen lining up to fuck Lara. Sam wished she had a drone as well, but she knew that its presence would have given away the game, and Sarah said she wanted Lara to feel completely uninhibited for her African gangbang fantasy. It made Sam feel like a nature documentarist, filming a rare animal in its native habitat.
“Witness the mating practices of the illusive large-breasted English Countess…” Sam said, deepening her voice in a bad Devid Attenborough impersonation, before giggling at her own joke.
Sam couldn’t get over the broad smile visible on Lara’s beautiful face – well, visible when her face wasn’t stuffed with a large black cock. It was plainly apparent that Lara loved being treated like a total whore. Sam found it crazy to think that her best friend had secretly been a closeted slut this whole time. If Sarah Green hadn’t brought her to Switzerland to star in Sam’s sex documentary, Sam might never have found out about Lara’s secret life. Sam was already indebted to Sarah for supporting her filmmaking career, but now she felt even more gratitude towards her.
The hut Sam was staying in stank of sweat and sex. Sam was naked from the waist down, wearing only a bra and singlet. She’d long since given up any pretence of professional detachment, and had been openly masturbating to the sight of Lara being gangbanged by hundreds of horny black tribesmen. Sam had never understood men’s fascination with pornography, but now she appreciated how addictive it could be. Sam loved the contrast between Lara’s soft white skin and the hard black bodies of the tribesmen fucking her. The idea of an Oreo cookie leapt into Sam’s mind, and she giggled at her own joke, even as she edged herself towards another orgasm.
Back in the central square, Lara had lost count of how many men she’d fucked, and her only indication of the passing of time was the slow rise of the sun and the changing shadows it cast upon the ground. Lara was lost in a fog of sexual desire and gratification, and was barely aware of the brief lulls when her holes were vacant. She had already rubbed herself to several orgasms, but she wanted more than self-stimulation. She seized her moment when both the men fucking her ass and mouth finished at about the same time.
When the next pair of warriors entered the cleared space around her, Lara pounced on one of them like a lion. At first there was an outcry from the crowd surrounding her, as the men thought she might be trying to escape; but then the square filled with laughs of amusement, when they saw Lara straddle the astonished tribesman and start riding him like a jockey. Lara looked up at the second native and brazenly asked him to fuck her in the ass. The man didn’t speak English, so Lara pointed at the man with two outstretched fingers, and then reached behind her and thrust those same two fingers inside her gaping asshole.
The tribesman didn’t need to speak English to understand what she wanted, and happily slotted his cock inside her well-used asshole. Lara’s eyes were half closed and she bit her lower lip in delight, as she felt the large black penis split open her ass. Her pussy and ass both felt instantly tighter, as the two black cocks jockeyed for position inside her. Lara moaned happily, as she felt the two thick cocks rubbing against each other through the sensitive flesh separating her pussy and asshole. But she still wanted more. She looked up at the next black warrior in line and licked her lips suggestively, while calling him forward with a beckoning finger. Moments later, his cock was pumping in and out of her stretched-open throat.
The native tribesmen had never seen a woman who could satisfy three men at the same time, let alone do it with such enthusiasm. They cheered with excitement, and none of them doubted that the beautiful white woman was indeed the Chosen of the Goddess Hathor. Who other than the Avatar of the Goddess of Love and Fertility could perform such amazing sexual feats? Lara gave further credence to that impression, by rocking backwards and forwards between the three men like a pendulum. Each thrust into her ass sent her mouth deeper onto the cock in her throat; and each thrust into her throat drove her deeper onto the cock in her ass; and all the while, she bounced up and down, like a pogo stick, on the cock impaling her pussy.
Lara behaved like a woman possessed, as she became the slutty filling of an interracial sex sandwich. She reached up and massaged the balls of the tribesman fucking her throat. The extra stimulation was more than he could handle, and moments later, Lara found herself gulping his cum down her throat. When he pulled out of her wet mouth, another tribesman immediately took his place. Each time she rocked forward, she slammed her pussy down onto the cock of the man beneath her, trying to cram every inch of his black cock inside her needy pussy. Then, when she rocked backwards, she raised her hips up to meet the cock that was fucking her ass, allowing it to penetrate deeper inside her rectum.
The bearded tribesman fucking her asshole ejaculated next. Lara shivered with delight, as she felt his warm cum spurting deep inside her bowels. He pulled out, leaving a thin trickle of cum leaking from her gaping asshole. The next tribesman in line thrust his large black cock inside her waiting asshole, stretching her open once again. Lara loved the feeling of having two cocks filling her up at the same time and sliding against each other; and the fact that this was being done to her by two horny black tribesmen, in front of hundreds of onlookers, was pushing her towards another powerful orgasm. Her cheeks reddened with exertion and arousal, and she bounced up and down between the cocks faster and faster, until she finally orgasmed.
“I’m a dirty little slut!” Lara screamed wantonly, as she pulled her mouth free from the cock she was sucking.
The tribesman standing in front of her didn’t know or care what she was saying, and simply grabbed her by the ponytail and shoved his cock back down her throat. Two more tribesmen moved forward to fill her empty pussy and ass, and then she was airtight again. Lara lost all track of time, as an endless series of tribesmen took her three at a time. Her only clue to her progress was the steadily rising sun overhead, and the fact that her lovers were becoming steadily younger, as she fucked her way through the elder tribesman and now found herself fucking the warriors in their prime.
Suddenly, Lara’s job became both tougher and more enjoyable. Except for the King and his family, none of the older bearded warriors she’d been fucking had lasted for longer than a few of minutes. These new warriors showed remarkable strength and stamina, and started fucking Lara like a well-oiled machine. Her body was like a sexy engine block, and the men’s cocks were perfectly synchronised black pistons. Each trio of African tribesmen were now lasting two or three times longer than their elders had, and Lara could feel herself falling behind schedule.
It didn’t help that almost every trio fucking her managed to elicit a mind-blowing orgasm from her gorgeous bouncing body. Thanks to Sarah’s conditioning, each time she came, Lara proclaimed that she was a dirty little slut, although at least two-thirds of the time, her words were muffled by a thick cock buried down her throat. Rather than resist, Lara allowed herself to become a passenger to her own desires, and she became a willing receptacle for the tribesmen’s cum. It was only the sight of the sun rising higher into the sky that finally broke the spell and spurred her to act!
In a rare moment of lucidity in between the endless orgasms, Lara realised that time was slipping away from her. At that moment, her competitive nature reasserted itself, and she decided to fight fire with fire! Without warning, Lara transformed from submissive passenger to forceful driver. Her movements became more lithesome and deliberate. She exaggerated the movement of her hips and squeezed the cocks inside her with the powerful muscles of her pussy and ass. She tilted her head from side to side in a semicircular motion, which amplified the sensations being transmitted to the cock sliding in and out of her throat.
The tribesmen fucking her staggered and lost their rhythm. Their mouths hung slackly open, as they felt like their souls were being sucked out of their bodies through Lara’s tight heavenly holes. The turnover of Lara’s lovers steadily increased, and the duration of their lovemaking decreased. Lara tirelessly fucked and sucked her way through the crowd of tribesmen lining up to use her, and every couple of minutes, her efforts were rewarded with another load of cum filling her bouncing body. In fact, Lara had swallowed so many loads of cum down her throat that, despite the heat of the day, she remained well hydrated.
The rest of her body showed the signs of hard use. Her asshole was now gaping open about an inch wide – just smaller than the width of the penises fucking it – and it was leaking a constant trickle of cum down her thighs. Her pussy was also gaping open, albeit only about half as much as her ass, and her smooth pussy lips were spread apart like a pair of drapes framing an open window. Only her mouth remained unchanged, although her lips and chin were now drenched in cum, which ran down her face like sticky white drool. Back inside her hut, Sam was keeping count of Lara’s sexual conquests. It wasn’t even midday and Lara had already fucked her way through half of the 288 tribesmen.
“At this rate, she’s going to run out of men!” Sam muttered in disbelief.
Sam grinned, as she watched the progress of the gangbang from one of the wide view cameras. She had instructed the AI controlling one of the cameras to pan out wide and record the movement of the crowd, as the lines of waiting tribesmen shuffled forward each time one of Lara’s holes became vacant. Sam planned to use the footage for a timelapse sequence, with a body counter to show how many people Lara had fucked up until that point. She planned to really drive home the fact that Lara was literally fucking her way through an entire African Tribe, so that anyone who saw this video would understand what an enormous slut she was.
Sam’s other screens displayed closer and more intimate views of the action. Lara was bouncing between the cocks of the hard-muscled tribesmen like an X-rated Energizer Bunny. Her holes were constantly in motion, sliding up and down the black cocks impaling her. Her athletic body was dripping with sweat and her pale skin was starting to tan in the harsh African sun. But despite what was being done to her, the lusty expression never left Lara’s beautiful cum-splattered face. With her newly acquired tattoos, large bouncing breasts and round heart-shaped ass, Lara looked more like a professional pornstar than a Countess.
Sam’s heartrate quickened, as she imagined Lara changing careers to become a pornstar. The voyeuristic filmmaker in her couldn’t help but feel aroused at the thought of producing dirty movies of her best friend’s slutty activities. It also made her curious about what else Lara would be prepared to do to satisfy her lust. Sarah had warned Sam that Lara was still in denial about her sexual desires; but Sam felt certain that if she started slowly, she could convince Lara to finally stop lying and embrace her true self. It would just be a question of gently grooming her and nudging her in the right direction.
Back in the square, Lara moaned as she orgasmed again, but the sound was muffled by the thick black cock stretching open her throat. She was steadily working her way through the tribe’s warriors three-at-a-time, at a rate that even the most seasoned pornstars would have found impressive. Lara’s doughnut-shaped asshole had expanded open into a slippery waterslide, allowing the lucky tribesmen to effortlessly thrust their cocks deep inside her soft fleshy tunnel. Her equally well-used pussy was also gaping open between cocks, but to a much smaller degree, and both slippery holes were leaking a constant stream of cum.
The tribesmen packing the square shifted around, as the long lines of men slowly shuffled forward, but the crowd did not disperse. Rather, the tribesmen who had already taken their turn with her moved aside, but remained in the square to watch. There was a feeling of excitement in the air – and not just from the sexual tension that Lara’s lewd display had inspired. The superstitious tribesmen were becoming increasingly convinced that they were witnessing a significant event, and that Lara would be proven to be the Chosen Avatar of the Goddess Hathor.
The High Priestess could feel she shift in the tribe’s perceptions as well. She maintained an impassive expression, as befitted a High Priestess, but underneath her calm façade, she was growing increasingly desperate. As she watched, Lara finished fucking a trio of young warriors, and invited the next three muscular warriors in line to penetrate her vacant holes. Moments later, Lara was air-tight once again, with thick black cocks sliding in and out of her pussy, ass and mouth. How was such a thing possible, the High Priestess wondered? The other women had been driven mad by this point, or had simply given-up from the pain. How could this western whore still be going?
For the first time, the High Priestess began to doubt herself. Maybe this white-skinned foreigner was blessed by the Goddess? The High Priestess savagely squashed-down her doubts. No, she thought! She had to be an imposter, and it was the High Priestess’s duty to prove it! But how? The white whore had already fucked her way through more than half of the warriors in the village. As soon as she finished with them, all that would stand between her and taking possession of the Idol of Hathor would be fifty inexperienced teenagers, who had reached manhood but had not yet proven themselves in battle or taken wives. What hope did they have to break the foreigner’s will, when the more experienced warriors of the tribe had failed?
Growing desperate, she sent one of her priestesses to summon Prince Ammon. The Prince had retired to the King’s residence. King Ajola was still brooding over the High Priestesses machinations, and Prince Ammon was trying to calm his anger. Intrigued by the High Priestess’s summons, he excused himself and returned to the square. It was obvious to Prince Ammon that the old woman had summoned him to act as a translator. They mystery was what the High Priestess could possibly want to talk to Lara about.
When Prince Ammon returned to the square, the High Priestess called him over to her, and then waited for Lara to finish with her latest trio of lovers. At that point, the High Priestess loudly called a halt to the test. Angry grumbling filled the square, coming from the men still waiting in line for their turn, although none of them would dare to openly challenge the High Priestess’s authority. The High Priestess stepped into the clearing, accompanied by Prince Ammon and one of the younger priestesses, bearing a cup of water. Lara’s naked body was covered with the evidence of her sexual exploits: cum was dripping from her gaping pussy and asshole; cum was leaking down her thighs and drooling down her chin and neck; and her breasts and ass were covered in red finger marks from being constantly squeezed and molested.
The Priestess looked down at the Lara’s beautiful cum-splattered face and saw the determination in her hazel-coloured eyes. The High Priestess faltered for a moment, as uncertainty crept into her mind. After regaining her composure, the High Priestess waved forward the young priestess, who handed Lara a cup of refreshing water. While Lara greedily drank down the water, the High Priestess spoke to her. Her words were spoken softly, so that only she, Lara and Prince Ammon could hear what was said. To Prince Ammon’s surprise, the High Priestess was offering Lara a chance to leave the village with her life. All she had to do was admit that she was an imposter and renounce her claim to the Idol of Hathor.
Lara wiped water and cum from her lips with the back of her hand. She looked up at the sun and then ran her eyes over the tribesmen still lining up to fuck her. By Lara’s rough calculations, she was well ahead of schedule. The old woman was scared, Lara thought! She was winning, and the High Priestess knew it!
“Tell her that I am the Chosen of Hathor, and I’m not leaving without the Idol!” Lara answered boldly.
Prince Ammon translated Lara’s reply. At first, the High Priestess looked disappointed, but then a wicked smile crept across her imperious face. The High Priestess waved Prince Ammon away and announced to the crowd that the test could continue. The next three tribesmen stepped forward. One slid between Lara’s legs and pulled her down upon his cock, impaling her pussy. The second slid effortlessly inside her gaping asshole, while the third thrust his cock inside her mouth. After tarrying a few moments to admire the impressive sight of Lara being triple penetrated, Prince Ammon returned to his father to report on the progress of Lara’s test.
The gangbang resumed, and Lara continued taking groups of warriors three-at-a-time, in all her holes. The action was growing increasingly rough, but that was by Lara’s own choice. She was insatiable, bucking and grinding against the muscular tribesmen like a bull rider at a rodeo. None of the black warriors lasted longer than 5 minutes with her, and Lara steadily fucked her way through their ranks. By mid-afternoon, Lara had fucked her way through almost 230 African tribesmen, and all that remained were about 50 youths – teenagers newly promoted to manhood and unproven in battle. The oldest of them were 18 to 19 years of age, while the youngest were barely 16.
As the excited youths edged closer, the High Priestess spoke to some of the older ones, at the front of the line. She praised them for reaching manhood, and told them that it was their sacred duty to “test” the Avatar of Hathor, to prove that she was the Chosen one. Then she told them what they needed to do. The youths traded excited glances with each other. The High Priestess had essentially given them her blessing to break every sexual taboo that existed in Nubian society. If the men couldn’t break the white slut, the High Priestess thought, then the youths would have to do it!
Lara immediately noticed a dramatic change in how she was being treated. When the first of the youths approached her, she spread her legs and waited for him to slide beneath her; but instead, he pulled her backwards on top of him and then thrust his cock inside her gaping asshole. Lara’s eyes widened in surprise, when she felt a second youth press the tip of his cock against her already occupied ass. Lara’s mouth gaped open, as she felt the youth push his cock inside her crowded asshole. While her ass was being stretched wide open by the two cocks fucking her, Lara was suddenly pulled backwards, and a third youth pushed his black cock inside her upside-down mouth.
Lara’s throat expanded around the youth’s cock, bulging outwards like a python swallowing a bird. She gagged, as her stretched-open throat was fucked without mercy, sending frothy drool running down Lara’s face. A fourth youth stepped over her reclining body, like a rider mounting a motorcycle, and plunged his cock downwards into her gaping pussy. Then a fifth youth straddled her chest and mashed her breasts together, while sliding his cock in and out of her deep cleavage. The High Priestess expected this to break Lara; but to her utter disbelief, Lara reached a free hand down towards her clit and started masturbating, while her hips rolled rhythmically against the cocks fucking her pussy and ass.
Lara’s body began shaking violently a minute later, as she experienced an obvious and very intense orgasm. The High Priestess’s shoulders dropped in defeat. She’d tried everything she could think of and broken every sexual rule and taboo there was, but still the white woman would not break! As the 18 and 19-year-old tribesmen orgasmed and came, the High Priestess waved more of them forward. Being inexperienced, none of them last longer than a couple of minutes with the beautiful white woman, but the High Priestess forlornly hoped that their numbers might overwhelm her.
Lara found herself flipped back over. Two of the youths rested their cocks against each other and drew her pussy downwards onto them. Lara’s pussy was nowhere near as stretched-out as her ass, and she winced at the tightness of taking two cocks at once. Two more youths positioned themselves behind her like they were playing leapfrog, and double-penetrated her asshole. Then another two youths mashed their cocks inside Lara’s mouth at the same time, stretching her full red lips open as wide as they would go. They tried to thrust in deeper, but the angle was bad and neither of them got much farther than her cheeks and tongue.
Sam almost fell out of her chair, watching her best friend taking double-vaginal, double-oral and double-anal at the same time. Sam did a double-take and manually counted the cocks on her computer screens, just to be sure – Lara was taking 6 cocks inside her body at the same time! Even more unbelievably, judging by the expression on her face, Lara was having the time of her life! Sam was speechless! She started to doubt that Lara was fully human. How could any woman endure the sexual activities that Lara had, much less enjoy them? Lara was behaving like a mythical succubus – a sexy female daemon that seduces men to feed on their lust. All she was missing were the horns and the red-tinged skin. Sam suddenly had a great idea for one of Lara’s photoshoots…
Back in the main square, Lara was indeed having the time of her life! After some initial discomfort, her body had grown accustomed to the multiple intrusions, and the familiar feelings of pleasure and arousal not only returned but intensified. It sent thrills of excitement running up her spine, to know that she was likely the first sexual partner that any of these teenaged tribesmen had ever experienced. It fuelled her narcissism to imagine that each time they had sex in the future, these young men would be thinking about her. Lara’s body shook, as another orgasm washed over her.
Moments later, one of the young cocks in her mouth ejaculated. Rather than letting him pull away, Lara cupped his testicles like a pair of Chinese Baoding Balls and swallowed his gooey cum down her throat. When he was finished, she turned her head to the side and began deepthroating the second youth’s cock. He only lasted another 30 seconds before shooting his load. Lara pressed her lips all the way down to the base of his shaft and allowed him to spurt his cum directly down her throat, into her stomach.
The two young tribesmen seesawing in and out of her ass orgasmed next, sending jets of cum spurting deep inside her bowels. Lara grinned and squeezed with her anal muscles, trying to milk every last drop of cum from their cocks. One of the boys impaling her pussy came next, sending cum shooting up inside her like a volcano. He slid out from the tangle of limbs and staggered away, while more black youths came forward. Another two young men penetrated her ass, and a third started fucking her throat.
The next man to cum was the one impaling her from below, and Lara felt warm cum spurting against the back of her well-used pussy. He slid out from beneath her and another young man took his place. Once the older teenagers had finished with her, it was the turn of the younger ones. Lara saw them as little-more than boys – 16 or 17 years old at most. Lara grinned at the thought that she would likely be taking dozens of boys’ virginities today. She guided the first boy to the ground and straddled him. As she lowered herself onto his cock, she opened her mouth to admit a second and then leaned forward to give the boys behind her access to her gaping asshole. Two of them obliged her, and soon her asshole was being double-penetrated yet again.
As Lara worked her way through the youths, the remaining boys seemed content to wait for an individual turn with her mouth and pussy. Only her asshole continued to be shared between two –mainly because her asshole had stretched open so much that it was now wider than the cocks fucking it – so fucking her one-up would have been like throwing a sausage down a corridor. The dirty gangbang continued until Lara had fucked the last few boys. It was still only late afternoon and Lara had not only fucked all 288 men in the village, but she had done it with an hour to spare.
The crowd cheered loudly, as Lara staggered to her feet. Her naked body was streaked with dirt and sweat, and cum was dripping down her legs and chin. Her once-tight pussy was gaping open almost an inch wide and her asshole was almost 2-inches wide and showed no signs of closing any time soon. Her breasts and butt were covered in red slap and grope marks and her long dark hair was a tangled mess. Yet despite her bedraggled appearance, her tired but beautiful face had an expression of absolute contentment. Lara had just lived her ultimate dirty fantasy, and she couldn’t be happier.
The High Priestess begrudgingly named her the Chosen Avatar of Hathor and handed over the Idol without ceremony – like a sore loser handing over a trophy to a rival competitor. Lara smiled and turned to the crowd in the square. She had one last trick up her sleeve, and it was so indecent that she just couldn’t resist doing it. Lara placed the obelisk-shaped Idol of Hathor down onto the ground between her feet and widened her stance. She waited for a moment, to ensure that all eyes were upon her, and then sumo-squatted down above it. Everyone in the square, including the High Priestess, watched in stunned silence, as Lara took the tip of the bowling-pin-sized Idol inside her gaping asshole. The 2-inch-wide tip fit easily inside her gaping asshole, barely even touching the sides.
As she squatted down lower, Lara’s asshole slid down the smooth blue and gold sides of the Idol and stretched open wider. When her asshole was halfway down the Idol, her sphincter was stretched open about 3-inches-wide. Lara bit her lower lip and lowered her ass to the floor like a stripper, until all but the 4-inch-wide base was inside her. Lara felt a familiar sensation of fullness, which reminded her of the times that Lady Sarah fisted her asshole elbow-deep. Lara stood up and bent over, so that only the base of the 14-inch-long Idol was protruding from her greatly expanded asshole. Then she reached behind her and pushed with all her strength, until she had forced the remainder of the Idol of Hathor past her sphincter.
Lara consciously squeezed with her anal muscles, but she couldn’t make her ruined asshole close all the way around the Idol, so about an inch of blue lapis lazuli was still visible through her gaping sphincter. Lara pressed her hands against her formerly flat stomach, which was now bulging outwards around the 14-inch-long Idol. The obscene bulge ran up her stomach to her ribcage, making her look like she’d swallowed a large Champaigne bottle, which wasn’t far from the truth. The village burst into applause for the Avatar of their Goddess. Lara was led naked through the street, cradling her swollen belly, while the Idol of Hathor remained lodged inside her ass. The tribesmen followed behind her, cheering loudly, while the woman and children watched from the windows and doorways, and threw colourful flowers in her path.
Once she was outside the gates, Lara saw three black Range Rovers waiting for her, along with 8 of Sarah’s black-suited bodyguards. Lara ignored them and strode past them to the waiting vehicles. Lady Sarah rolled down the rear window of the middle Range Rover.
“Was your trip successful?” Lady Sarah asked.
Lara nodded and tapped her obscenely bulging belly. Lady Sarah raised an eyebrow.
“Show me!” Lady Sarah commanded.
Lara spread her feet apart, squatted down and pushed. As her face turned bright red with effort and arousal, Lara shamelessly shat-out the bowling-pin-sized Idol of Hathor in front of Lady Sarah and her bodyguards. Lara shivered with pleasure, as she felt inch-after-inch of the obelisk-shaped Idol slip out of her stretched sphincter, while the pressure in her bowels steadily decreased. When she was done, she had expelled all 14-inches of the blue and gold Idol from her gaping ass. Lara picked it up and presented it to Lady Sarah. Lara Sarah wrinkled her nose theatrically and pointed towards the Idol.
“Clean it!” Lady Sarah commanded imperiously.
Lara looked around for a cloth, and then saw the wicked look in Lady Sarah’s eyes and immediately realised what was expected of her. Lara’s face turned a brighter shade of red, as she stuck out her tongue and began licking clean every inch of the Idol that had just come out of her ass.
Meanwhile, inside the Temple of Hathor, the defeated High Priestess slumped down onto her wooden throne. Her junior priestesses tried to comfort her, but she dismissed them with a wave of her hand. The Idol of Hathor was gone, and life at the Temple would never be the same. How could this have happened, she wondered? Why had the Goddess forsaken her, and allowed a foreign heathen to take her sacred Idol? The High Priestess was so lost in thought that she didn’t notice King Ajola enter the chamber, until he was standing right in front of her.
“Come to gloat?” She asked miserably.
“I’ve come to worship Hathor!” The King grumbled, before striding up to her throne and lifting her into his arms.
The High Priestess’s heart swelled, as he former husband and lover touched her for the first time in over a decade. The King carried her into her private chamber and laid her down on top of her cot bed.
“I thought you’d abandoned me.” The High Priestess whispered, as the bitterness of years began to drain from her.
“I plan to worship the Goddess with you regularly, from this day forward!” the King growled, before flipping her over onto her back.
“What are you doing? It is forbidden!” The High Priestess shrieked, thrashing and panicking, as she felt the King’s enormous cock pressing in-between her prone buttocks.
“If it’s permitted for Hathor’s Chosen Avatar, then it’s permitted for her priestesses as well!” The King growled, as he spat saliva down onto her upturned asshole and pushed forward.
The High Priestess’s eyes and mouth gaped open in shock, as she realised the depth of her mistake. Then she screamed, before lowering her head and biting her mattress, as she felt the king force the mushroom-shaped head of his enormous cock inside her virgin asshole. The High Priestess wailed into her mattress, as she felt King Ajola pushing inch after inch of his enormous cock inside her ass. Elsewhere in the Temple of Hathor, more high-pitched screams echoed down the corridors, as the other Priestesses of Hathor suffered a similar fate at the hands of their own worshippers.
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