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The Supernatural Adventures Of Lara Croft	By : CrossroadsMk2 Category: +S through Z > Tomb Raider (all) > Tomb Raider (all) Views: 38725 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction. I do not own the Tomb Raider game, Lara Croft or any of the other characters in it. I do not make any money from writing these stories.

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Lara accompanied the lecherous Professor Wormstrome across the crowded dinner hall, desperately trying to ignore the Professor’s right hand squeezing her buttocks through her dress. Everyone in the room was staring at her, and Lara blushed with embarrassment, as she heard the other dinner guests laughing and making more derogatory comments at her expense. She was actually relieved when they made it to the rear office and Professor Wormstrome closed the door behind them and locked it. The office was small but richly appointed, with a single hardwood desk surrounded by 3 chairs, and a brown leather sofa set against one wall. A large portrait hung on the opposite wall, depicting one of the University’s previous Chancellors.
“Are you having fun, Lara?” Professor Wormstrome asked.
“You know I’m not!” Lara answered miserably.
“I thought you might like to give your future husband a quickie, before we formally announce our engagement.” Professor Wormstrome grinned.
“You’re revolting!” Lara answered.
“You know, I had considered ordering you to act all loving and devoted, but I actually think I prefer you like this: angry and indignant.” Professor Wormstrome said.
“Go to hell!” Lara said venomously.
Professor Wormstrome grinned and removed his tuxedo jacket, folding it neatly over a chair.
“Give me another look at those magnificent tits of yours.” Professor Wormstrome ordered.
Lara’s hands immediately reached up behind her neck and pulled the halter neck of her black dress up over her head. The top of Lara’s delicate silk cocktail dress folded forward and hung down from her waist, exposing her large, naked breasts. Professor Wormstrome sat back on the soft leather couch and unbuckled his belt. He pulled his trousers and underpants down around his ankles and spread his knees apart, exposing his hard, magically enhanced cock.
“Now, you’re going to give me the greatest blowjob and titty fuck of your life.” Professor Wormstrome commanded.
Lara immediately dropped to her knees in front of Professor Wormstrome.
“I hate you so much!” Lara snarled, before seductively circling her tongue around her lips, while simultaneously pushing her hands up underneath her breasts and rubbing her fingers over her nipples.
Professor Wormstrome grinned at how ridiculous she looked. Lara reached forward and grasped his thick, 8 inch long cock with both hands and started jerking it up and down. Despite her best efforts to remain angry, Lara shuddered as the Idol forced her to feel the Professor’s pleasure.
“Oh, if only you knew how good that feels… oh wait, you do!” Professor Wormstrome quipped.
Lara’s body continued moving without her conscious thought, and without her having any power to stop it. She leaned forward and opened her lips, dribbling wet saliva down onto Professor Wormstrome’s cock. She used her hands to rub his wet, spit-drenched cock until it glistened, while her mouth moved down lower and kissed his hairy ball sack. Lara ran her soft tongue up and down the underside of his cock, before opening her mouth and sliding his hard cock between her soft lips. She bobbed her mouth up and down on his cock half a dozen times, and then pulled back and dribbled more saliva down onto it, and resumed jerking it with her hands.
“My, what a dirty girl you are.” Professor Wormstrome said.
Lara pushed out her chest and pressed Professor Wormstrome’s cock in between her breasts. She used her hands to push her large breasts together, overlapping her fingers between them so that the Professor’s cock was fully enclosed. Then she started bouncing her breasts up and down against his cock, fucking him with her cleavage. Professor Wormstrome groaned with pleasure, as his saliva drenched cock slid in and out between Lara’s large breasts. Lara stopped her titty fucking momentarily to lick his cock, lapping her tongue in wet circles around the swollen tip. Then she resumed her titty fucking.
Professor Wormstrome was clearly enjoying himself, and his face was becoming flushed. Lara pulled his cock from between her tits and took it back inside her mouth. She bobbed her lips up and down his shaft half a dozen times, before taking it deep inside her mouth again. Moments later, Lara’s lips were stretched open around the base of Professor Wormstrome’s cock, while her throat bulged outwards around the tip. Lara gagged, but the Idol compelled her to hold her mouth down on it for several seconds, before pulling back. Lara gasped for air, before pushing her mouth back down onto Professor Wormstrome’s cock.
“Swallow all of my cum. Don’t spill a single drop.” Professor Wormstrome commanded.
Lara’s throat made slutty gulping sounds, as she bobbed her head up and down on his cock. She could feel him getting close to cuming, because she could feel her own orgasm building inside her. Lara deep throated him again and again. She could hear Professor Wormstrome’s breathing becoming more ragged. His face was pale and covered in sweat. Suddenly, he grabbed his chest.
Lara gagged as warm cum sprayed against the back of her throat. Her disgust at feeling the gooey substance sliding down her throat was soon overcome by the enormous orgasm she experienced. Lara’s beautiful face reddened, as she held his cock in her throat for over half a minute, milking every drop of cum from it. When she could finally move again, she collapsed onto the floor, coughing and spluttering for air. Then she looked up at Professor Wormstrome, and saw that he had collapsed on the couch. His head was hanging limply to one side, his mouth was slack and his eyes were open and unfocused.
Lara stood up and checked the Professor’s airway and pulse: he wasn’t breathing and he didn’t have a pulse. It appeared that he’d suffered heart attack. Lara acted immediately, her intelligent mind already formulating a plan. She quickly pulled up Professor Wormstrome’s underpants and trousers, and then did up his belt. Then she rolled him onto his side, so that his head was resting against the arm of the sofa, and his legs were stretched out in the other direction. She moved to his tuxedo jacket and checked the pockets. She found what she was looking for – his University security pass, and the key to his filing cabinet. She placed them both inside her handbag, and then laid the jacket over Professor Wormstrome’s upper body, as if it were a blanked. Then she reached down and closed his eyes, giving the appearance that the old man was sleeping.
There was suddenly a knock at the door. Lara fought down her panic and quickly pulled her dress back up over her chest and secured the halter behind her neck. She quickly straightened out her cocktail dress and then rummaged around in her handbag for a breath mint. She placed 4 of them in her mouth and chewed them quickly, praying that they would help to mask the smell of the cum she had just swallowed. Then she opened the door.
“Just checking if everything is alright. You’ve been in here for almost 15 minutes.” Dean Thatcher said, staring past Lara to where Professor Wormstrome lay.
“He’s resting.” Lara said, thinking quickly. “I think he might have pushed himself a little too hard.”
“This wouldn’t have anything to do with his big announcement?” Dean Thatcher asked.
Lara thought quickly. “He’s announcing his retirement.” Lara lied.
“Ah, I knew it! You know, he should have retired years ago, but no one had the heart to tell him.” Dean Thatcher said.
Dean Thatcher looked down the front of Lara’s dress, catching an eyeful of her cleavage. Her chest glistened slightly, as if it was wet, but it must just be a trick of the light, Dean Thatcher thought. Lara felt the Dean staring at her breasts. Her right hand reached up unconsciously and began slowly circling her right nipple. The Dean’s eyes widened in surprise and excitement; Lara looked down and realised to her horror that with Professor Wormstrome no longer controlling the Idol of Hathor, it was once again free to exert its influence upon her.
Lara pushed past Dean Thatcher and walked out into the dining hall. Several of the Professors turned and looked in her direction. Immediately, Lara felt her hands reach down towards the hem of her dress and pull it upwards, exposing the bottom of her black panties. Panicking, Lara bolted towards the nearest doorway. As she ran, her hands raised the hem of her cocktail dress higher, giving every guest in the room a clear view of her naked, G-string clad ass. Lara heard shocked gasps and laughter as she ran inside the second office. She turned to lock the door, but Dean Thatcher walked inside before she could shut it.
“Lara, what’s going on?” Dean Thatcher asked.
“I’m… not feeling well.” Lara answered.
She grasped her hands together, desperately trying to prevent them from undressing her in front of the Dean. The Dean took this as a sign that she was cold, and used the opportunity to comfort her by wrapping his arm around her shoulder.
“I just need a minute alone.” Lara said, her face becoming flushed from the effect that the Dean’s attraction was having on her.
Lara felt her body press against the Dean’s, and her nose nuzzled into his neck. She used every ounce of willpower she had to stop herself from rubbing her crotch against Dean Thatcher’s upper thigh. Unfortunately, while she was doing that she forgot to watch her hands, which immediately encircled the Dean’s neck in a lover’s embrace.
“You need to go.” Lara said desperately.
Dean Thatcher heard the desperation in Lara’s voice and assumed that she was gagging for it. His arms reached around Lara’s back, one encircling her tiny waist and the second sliding down to grope her gorgeous ass.
“Your lips are saying no, but your body is saying yes.” Dean Thatcher said huskily.
Lara wanted to roll her eyes at Dean Thatcher’s cliché line, but in this case it was actually true. Lara’s hands reached up and pulled apart the plunging neckline of her black cocktail dress, exposing her breasts. Dean Thatcher grinned and stepped away from her momentarily to lock the door. Lara was horrified: she was about to have sex with Dean Thatcher. The man was an insufferable egomaniac, and if she slept with him even once, she’d never hear the end of it. He’d view her as a sexual conquest, and she’d have to put up with his lewdly suggestive comments and sexual innuendo every time they met. Even worse, he’d probably view her as an easy lay and try to seduce her again.
“Now, where were we?” Dean Thatcher asked suggestively, as he resumed groping Lara’s body.
Lara felt the Dean’s lust as if were her own. She pressed her body against him and wrapped her arms around his neck. At 5’9” tall, Lara was almost a head shorter than the Dean, but in her black 5” high heels, they were exactly the same height. Dean Thatcher pressed his lips to hers and kissed her passionately, and Lara returned his kiss, caressing his tongue with her own. The Dean’s previous experience of defrocking women served him well, and he reached around behind Lara’s back and deftly lifted her black cocktail dress upwards. Rather than fight his movements, Lara lifted her arms above her head, and allowed the Dean to lift her short black cocktail dress up over her head.
The Dean looked down and admired Lara’s sexy body, which was now completely naked except for her skimpy black G-string. Dean Thatcher licked his lips in anticipation, admiring Lara’s large, perky breasts, her flat stomach and her long sexy legs, but his eyes were drawn to the thin strip of black material covering her pussy. Lara’s hands grabbed the thin waistband of her thong panties and slid them down off her hips. They fell to the floor around her feet, leaving her completely naked in front of the fully clothed Dean. Dean Thatcher stepped forward and ran his hand along her smooth, shaved pussy. Lara blushed when his fingers came away dripping with her juices.
“You’re so wet! You’re gagging for it, aren’t you?” Dean Thatcher said.
He thought about fucking Lara from behind, doggy style. Almost as if by magic, Lara turned around and dropped to her hands and knees in front of him. Dean Thatcher knelt down behind her and undid his belt. He didn’t even bother undressing; he lowered his pants just enough to fully expose his cock and lined it up with Lara’s inviting pussy. Then he grabbed hold of her hourglass hips and pushed inside. Dean Thatcher grunted with pleasure, as his 6 inch long cock was completely enveloped by Lara’s tight, wet pussy.
Lara reddened with shame, as Dean Thatcher started thrusting in and out of her wet pussy. She wanted desperately to stop, but the Idol of Hathor was forcing her to continue. Even worse, her hips started to push back against Dean Thatchers’ crotch, trying to take him deeper inside her. Dean Thatcher took this as a sign of his sexual prowess and increased the force of his fucking. He started slamming his crotch against Lara’s firm round buttocks, causing her breasts to bounce forward under her chest with each thrust. Lara felt his growing pleasure as if it was her own. In spite of her efforts to remain silent, she started making short, high-pitched moans in time with his thrusts.
Dean Thatcher grinned. Lara Croft liked to pretend she was cultured and sophisticated, but here she was, down on her hands and knees, being fucked like an animal. He was fucking the Countess of Abingdon doggy style, like a bitch, and she was moaning like a whore in response. Dean Thatcher grabbed Lara by the ponytail and yanked her head backwards, forcing her to arch her back.
“You love being fucked like a bitch, don’t you?” Dean Thatcher whispered into her ear.
Lara’s whole body was undulating from the force of his thrusts. The room was filled with her high-pitched moans, and the smell of sex and sweat. Dean Thatcher felt like it was time to try his luck.
“I think the whole strong, independent woman thing is just act.” Dean Thatcher said. “I think you’re really a submissive little exhibitionist who secretly loves being told what to do.”
“That’s not true.” Lara protested weakly.
“Really? Let’s find out.” Dean Thatcher said.
He released her ponytail, letting her fall forward onto her forearms. Her heart-shaped butt was sticking up in the air, and her tiny brown asshole staring out at him from between her round cheeks. He felt his excitement build at the thought of fucking a Countess in the ass. Lara felt his excitement, and her hands reached around behind her, spreading her ass cheeks apart for him. Dean Thatcher grinned and pressed his wet cock against her tight sphincter.
“I’m going to fuck you in your stuck-up little ass. What do you think about that?” Dean Thatcher asked.
“No! Stop!” Lara grunted, as her tight asshole expanded around the tip of his cock.
To Lara’s surprise, he did. He stopped in place, with only the tip of his cock penetrating her asshole.
“I’ll leave it up to you. If you want me to stop, all you have to do is get up; but, if you want me to continue, I want you to do all the work and fuck me with your asshole.” Dean Thatcher said.
Lara tried with all her might to stand up and stop this humiliating display, but the Idol of Hathor had other plans. It sensed Dean Thatcher’s carnal desires and made her body act on them. Lara’s body rocked backwards and her tight asshole eagerly swallowed the entire length of Dean Thatcher’s cock. Now it was Dean Thatcher’s turn to moan, as Lara’s gorgeous ass gyrated rhythmically against his crotch, causing her stretched asshole to slide up and down his cock. Dean Thatcher couldn’t believe it – Lara Croft was actively impaling her asshole on his cock.
“Just like that, you dirty slut! Just like that!” Dean Thatcher moaned.
Her cheeks burning with shame, Lara continued to twerk her asshole up and down on the Dean’s cock. She could feel Dean Thatcher’s orgasm building. Lara slid her stretched asshole back and forth along his cock for another minute, until she felt he was ready to cum. Then she pushed back hard against him, causing his cock to bottom out inside her. Lara moaned with pleasure, as she felt the Dean’s warm cum spurting deep inside her bowels. She clenched her sphincter, milking the cum from his cock, as her own orgasm consumed her senses. When he was finally finished cuming, Dean Thatcher pulled out of her sloppy asshole with a pop, before sitting back to admire her gaping sphincter as it slowly closed up.
“I love this side of you, Lara! I had no idea that you were such a naughty girl!” Dean Thatcher said, playfully slapping her on the ass.
Lara wanted to argue, but she was too embarrassed by what she had just done. Her previous sexual encounters under the influence of the Idol of Hathor had been humiliating enough, but at least they had been with strangers that she never had to see again. Dean Thatcher knew her – their acquaintance went back years; and now he though she was nothing more than a dirty anal slut. From his perspective, she’d just willingly had degrading sex with him, and she had loved every minute of it. She dreaded to think what the consequences would be to her reputation, should word of this get out. The British aristocracy loved to gossip, and a scandalous rumour about the Countess of Abingdon loving anal sex would be sure to spread like wildfire. Oh, they would be too polite to mention the rumours to her face, but they would continue to slander her name behind her back, until her reputation was ruined.
Dean Thatcher mistook her blushing for the pleasant afterglow of sex and smiled.
“Well, we’d better get back to the dinner.” Dean Thatcher said, looking at the time on his watch.
He bent down and retrieved Lara’s black G-string. He was about to hand it to her, but then he changed his mind; instead he pocketed the skimpy black panties in his tuxedo and grinned at her.
“I think I’ll keep these as a souvenir; besides, an exhibitionist like you will probably get off on going commando in front of all these people.” Dean Thatcher said.
Ughhh, what a creep! Lara thought, but she bit down her temper and retrieved her cocktail dress and handbag from the floor. She needed to get out of here, before the Idol made her have sex with anyone else. Lara thought quickly and came up with a plan, but she would need a distraction.
“Could you go and check up on Professor Wormstrome? He said he wasn’t feeling well.” Lara asked.
“Sure thing. I’ll leave you to straighten yourself up.” Dean Thatcher said, winking to her as he exited the room and closed the door behind him.
Lara quickly slid the black cocktail dress over her head and then moved towards the window. This room was situated at the rear of the building, away from the street, and the area around it was very poorly lit. Lara quietly opened the window and then leapt outside into the darkness. She landed awkwardly on some unseen bushes, which scratched her arms and legs. The delicate silk of her dress snagged and tore in several places, and she lost one of her high heels. Lara heard a commotion coming from inside the hall, and she reasoned that they must have discovered Professor Wormstrome’s dead body. It was now or never, she thought.
Lara abandoned her other high heel in the bushes and darted out from cover, running barefoot across the darkened lawn behind the college hall. Her ruined dress hung in shreds around her legs, and flapped up around her waist as she ran. Lara looked around and saw two students gawping at her from an adjacent footpath. Lara blushed with embarrassment, as she realised that she was flashing her naked pussy and ass at them as she ran, but there was nothing she could do about it. She increased her speed and prayed that no one was filming her shameful display.
She made it across the lawn and into a dark alleyway between two buildings. She moved through the shadows, skirting around well-lit areas and hiding whenever she saw people walking past. Thankfully, it was after hours and the University was mostly deserted. Lara stealthily made her way through the University grounds, heading towards her goal: the Archaeology building that contained Professor Wormstrome’s office, and the Idol of Hathor. Several times, she had to dive into bushes to avoid being seen. Soon, Lara’s dress was ruined and filthy, and her arms, legs and feet were covered mud and grime.
It took her more than an hour to travel the 1 mile distance between the College Dining Hall and the Archaeology Department Building. Under normal circumstances, she could have walked that distance in under 15 minutes, but she’d been forced to take a circuitous route to avoid being seen. Lara used Professor Wormstrome’s access card to let herself in through a rear entrance. Most of the lights were off, and Lara crept downstairs to the basement, where Professor Wormstrome’s office was located. She quietly let herself into Professor Wormstrome’s office and locked the door. Once inside, she immediately used the telephone to dial Croft Manor. Winston answered.
“Winston, I need you to drive to Oxford University and pick me up. Park behind the Archaeology building and turn your lights off.” Lara told him.
“Milady, is everything alright?” Winston asked with concern.
“Everything is far from alright. Get here as soon as you can.” Lara said.
“Will do.” Winston answered.
“And Winston, could you please bring me a change of clothes?” Lara asked.
“Of course, Milady.” Winston answered, as Lara hung up the phone.
Lara used Professor Wormstrome’s key to unlock his filing cabinet. Inside, she located the Idol of Hathor and the Professor’s notebook. She placed both inside her handbag and then re-locked the filing cabinet. With luck, the answer to breaking the curse of the Idol would be found somewhere inside Professor Wormstrome’s notebook. Lara walked from the office and locked the door behind her. She was about to walk up the stairs when she felt a familiar tingling between her legs. She cringed and turned, and saw a young University student staring right at her.
“Oh my God! You’re Lara Croft!” He said, awestruck.
The student couldn’t have been older than 18 or 19 years of age. He was shorter than her, even without her heels, and thinly built, with dishevelled brown hair and glasses. He was wearing a pair of blue jeans, a red jumper over a white collared shirt and a blue backpack. Lara couldn’t risk him raising the alarm. It took her less than a second to cover the 4 metre distance between them, but this time she didn’t resist the urges of the Idol, she used them.
Lara circled her arms around the boy’s neck and kissed him on the lips. The student was stunned, but as Lara pressed her filthy, mud-caked body against him, she could feel the erection growing inside his pants.
“Is this really happening? Am I dreaming?” The student asked.
“Shut up!” Lara said, dropping to her knees in front of him and unbuckling his jeans.
She unzipped his fly and pulled his cock from his underpants. His small cock was only 4 inches long, but it was fully erect. Lara slowly rubbed it over her face and slapped it against her lips. She felt the student’s excitement increase. She stuck out her tongue and ran it up and down the length of his shaft, before licking wet circles around the tip of his cock. The student moaned as Lara leaned forward and slid his cock between her soft lips. She took the entire length inside her mouth, easily swallowing it all without gagging.
“Oh fuck!” The student groaned, as Lara started bobbing her mouth up and down on his cock.
As she did so, Lara expertly licked her tongue along the underside of his cock, adding to the stimulation. She ran her hands up and down his stomach and chest, while she went down on him. After a minute or so, she pulled back and started twirling her tongue around the tip of his cock, before running her soft lips and tongue up and down the length of his shaft. She opened her mouth to resume sucking it, but the student unexpectedly came. Lara gagged and instinctively turned her head away, as the first stream of cum shot against her tonsils. Lara moaned loudly, as the Idol made her feel the student’s orgasm. Four more spurts of cum quickly followed, splashing against her cheek, chin and hair. When he was finished, half of Lara’s face was splattered in warm, gooey cum.
Lara’s body was literally covered in cum, mud and filth, and she had never felt so gross and humiliated in her life. Thankfully, the student’s orgasm was spent, which allowed her to move freely again. Lara stood up and grabbed the student by the throat, pinning him against a wall.
“This never happened, and I was never here! You tell anyone about this and I’ll let everyone know that you have a tiny dick and you can’t even last a full minute! Understood?” Lara said threateningly.
The student nodded. Lara released him and sprinted away down the corridor to the stairs. She ran back the way she came, sticking to the shadows, and then crept out of the back door. She dashed from the doorway to some thick bushes at the corner of the building and waited. After about 20 minutes, she saw Winston drive up and park. He turned off the bright lights of Lara’s Silver Bentleigh Continental GT, and Lara dashed over to him. She flung open the rear door and got inside.
“Milady? What happened?” Winston asked, seeing Lara’s dishevelled appearance.
“Just drive!” Lara said.
Lara reached across the backseat to where Winston had stacked a change of clothes. She stripped out of her ruined cocktail dress and put on the clothes Winston had packed. When they finally arrived home, she locked the Idol of Hathor and Professor Wormstrome’s notebook away in her vault, and then went upstairs to shower. It felt good to wash the dirt, cum and filth from her skin, not to mention Dean Thatcher’s cum from her asshole. She wanted to start examining Wormstrome’s notebook right away, but she felt exhausted. Lara lay down on her king-sized bed and drifted off to sleep.
The Lara awoke early the next day. She dressed herself in jeans and a t-shirt and walked downstairs. After a light breakfast, she started pouring over the notes contained in Professor Wormstrome’s notebook. The notes were all over the place, and many of them referred to sources that were entirely unknown to her. She spent most of the morning locked away in the library. Winston, her butler, had cancelled all of her appointments so that she wouldn’t be disturbed.
The notebook was far less helpful than Lara had been hoping. It seemed that most of Professor Wormstrome’s research had been concerned with controlling the Idol and directing its magical energies, but there was no mention of how to turn it off. Frustrated, Lara decided to take a break from her studies and go for a walk in the garden. It was a warm day, and the sun felt good on her skin. Lost in her thoughts, she was startled when she heard a female voice speak from behind her.
“Lady Lara Croft?” A female reporter asked.
The woman was aged in her late 20’s, about Lara’s height thanks to her 4 inch black heels, and she was wearing a navy blue suit jacket and pants, and a white shirt. She had a pretty face, neatly combed dark brown shoulder-length hair, and she was wearing a pair of fashionable black rimmed glasses.
“This is private property!” Lara said, upset that this woman had managed to startle her.
“I did ring the doorbell, but nobody answered.” The female reporter answered.
Lara frowned. Winston had left in a taxi a short time ago, on his way to Oxford University to pickup Lara’s Jaguar from where she’d parked it.
“I was hoping you might be willing to answer some questions about last night’s Oxford University Dinner.” The reporter said, holding up her recorder.
“No comment.” Lara answered, walking back towards the house.
“You left rather early.” The reporter said.
“I wasn’t feeling well.” Lara answered.
“Professor Wormstrome died of a heart attack. Any comment?” The reporter asked.
Lara paused. She’d have to say something, or she’d seem callous and uncaring.
“Professor Wormstrome devoted his life to studying and teaching archaeology. He will be greatly missed by all who knew him.” Lara said.
“I spoke to two students who say the saw a woman with long dark hair running half naked through the University campus. They said she was wearing a dress a lot like the one you were wearing.” The reporter said.
“They’re mistaken.” Lara answered, continuing to walk towards the back door.
“Come-on Lady Croft. Something happened to you last night. If you were sexually assaulted at that dinner, don’t you want the man that did it to face justice?” The reporter asked.
Lara’s eyes widened in surprise: this reporter thought she was investigating a “Me Too” sexual assault story.
“Nothing happened. I just wasn’t feeling well and went home early. That’s all.” Lara said.
Unknown to Lara, this reporter was a lesbian, and as Lara walked up the stairs, the reporter admired the way Lara’s tight blue jeans hugged the gorgeous curves of her ass. Lara walked inside of Croft Manor; she intended to close the door behind her, but her hands left the door ajar. The reporter took this as an invitation to enter and followed her into the kitchen.
“You need to leave!” Lara said angrily, as her hands unconsciously fondled her breasts through her t-shirt.
Now it was the reporters turn to be surprised. Despite Lara’s words for her to leave, she would have sworn the Countess was coming onto her. The reporter felt her excitement rise. She walked forward and placed her recorder down on the kitchen bench.
“Perhaps we could talk… off the record.” The reporter said huskily, placing her hands on Lara’s hips.
Lara felt the woman’s attraction, and her body started reacting on its own. Lara started to panic, as she realised that the Idol of Hathor worked with women as well as men. Lara’s arms wrapped around the reporter’s waist and pulled her in close. A moment later, they were kissing. Lara felt her hands reach down and lift her t-shirt up over her head. The reporter slid off her own jacket, but didn’t break off the kiss. Lara’s hands expertly unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down off her hips. The reporter finally broke off the kiss, and smiled as she bent down and yanked Lara’s jeans down around her ankles.
The Idol made Lara step out of her Jeans and then remove her white panties. She sensed the other woman wanted to eat her out, and Lara obliged by jumping her butt up onto the marble kitchen bench. Lara leaned back on the bench as she spread her thighs apart, while the reporter finished undressing. The reporter quickly undressed and then knelt down between Lara’s legs. She walked soft, delicate kisses up Lara’s long sexy legs, finally coming to her smoothly shaved pussy. The reporter expertly licked Lara’s pussy lips and clitoris, but something was wrong. Lara could tell that the other woman’s technique was good. It should have felt good, but instead she felt nothing. It seemed that the only pleasure that the Idol of Hathor would allow Lara to feel was the pleasure of her sexual partner.
“Stop.” Lara said, sitting up.
This was taking too long, and Winston could be back at any moment. Lara recalled how quickly she had made the University student cum when she had embraced the sexual impulses of the Idol. Perhaps she could do it again.
“What’s wrong?” The reporter asked.
Lara leaned forward and cupped the reporter’s chin, while passionately kissing her mouth.
“Let me… go down on you.” Lara said, blushing slightly at the indecency of what she was suggesting.
The reporter grinned and stood up. Lara ran her soft hands up and down the reporter’s naked body, while she planted soft kisses on the side of her neck.
“I’ll do anything you want.” Lara whispered seductively into the reporter’s ear. “I’ll make all your wildest fantasies come true, but you have to agree not to publish anything about me.”
Lara was bluffing. She knew that the Idol of Hathor would make her have sex with this woman regardless, but the reporter didn’t know that.
“I’ll agree, if you agree to give me an exclusive interview the next time you make a big discovery.” The reporter said.
“Deal.” Lara said, lightly brushing her fingertips over the other woman’s dark pubic hair.
“And after the interview, you’ll be my special friend again.” The reporter said, grinning suggestively.
Lara groaned inwardly. “Fine.” Lara said.
The reporter jumped up onto the kitchen bench and spread her legs apart. Lara knelt down between her legs and expertly ran her tongue up and down the other woman’s pussy. The reporter moaned and tenderly stroked a lock of hair out of Lara’s beautiful face. Lara blushed with embarrassment as their eyes met, but she continued licking up and down the other woman’s pussy. When the reporter’s pussy was sopping wet, Lara turned her attention to her sensitive clitoris. Lara flicked her wet tongue across the reporter’s clitoris, licking soft wet circles around it. The reporter moaned louder, and Lara vicariously felt her pleasure.
Lara plunged her tongue into the other woman’s pussy, and then ran it along the reporter’s labia and back up to her clit. Lara licked and caressed the other woman’s clitoris with her tongue, slowly teasing her to greater and greater heights of pleasure. She could feel the other woman’s orgasm building. The reporter’s breathing quickened and her moaning increased. She started grinding her hips up and down against Lara’s mouth. Lara grabbed hold of the other woman’s thighs and buried her face in between them. The reporter’s legs started to shake, as her orgasm approached.
Lara’s tongue moved faster and faster, licking up and down the reporter’s clit. When the reporter came, both women moaned, although Lara’s moan was muffled by the other woman’s hairy pussy. The reporter shuddered, as orgasmic shockwaves rippled through her body. Lara slowed her licking slightly, trying to tease every last orgasmic aftershock from the reporter’s naked body. When it was done, Lara’s lips and chin were covered in the other woman’s pussy juices. The reporter smiled and stroked her face.
“That was amazing. I had no idea you were a lesbian.” The reporter said.
“I’m not really.” Lara answered, embarrassed.
“Bi then?” The reporter commented, as she started to dress.
“Hey, off the record, what did happen to you last night?” The reporter asked.
“Nothing happened!” Lara said defensively, as she bent down and retrieved her underwear.
“Fine, fine, a deal is a deal.” The reporter said.
The reporter dressed herself and left via the back door. Lara put her clothes back on and wiped away the sexual juices and sweat coating the kitchen counter. She’d rather Winston not find out about her latest humiliating episode. Lara returned to the study and flicked through the Professor’s notebook again, but nothing she read offered any sort of solution. Lara was forced to face the truth: as long as the Idol of Hathor remained in her possession, it would continue to exert its influence over her. The only way to end the curse would be to return it to the Shrine where she found it.
This course of action presented a second problem, as she hadn’t acquired it under the best of circumstances, but what other choice did she have? The Idol’s grip over her was growing, and she wouldn’t be able to keep her sexual activities a secret for much longer. It would only be a matter of time before reports of her slutty behaviour got out, and then her reputation would be ruined. With her course of action decided, Lara began to plan.
When Winston returned, she had him book a private jet for her. She couldn’t risk coming into contact with anyone at the airport, for fear of having sex with them; so she had Winston book a flight in the middle of the night, with strict instructions for the crew not to disturb her under any circumstances. Winston drove Lara to the airport that night. The pilot and co-pilot thought it odd that their client didn’t want them to leave the cockpit, but rich people were often eccentric, and the extra money they were getting paid for this job was more than enough compensation.
Lara boarded the aircraft and headed straight into the rear cabin, locking the door behind her. Once inside, she changed into her tomb raiding gear: a green tank top, tight brown shorts, black combat boots and her customary gun belt, complete with twin Heckler and Kosh USP 9mm pistols. The guns were more for show than anything else, but Lara felt more confident from wearing them.
This time, the jet would not be flying her to Khartoum International Airport. There would be no way that she could avoid people in a crowded airport, and she dreaded to think what the Idol would force her to do in public. Instead, the jet flew a flightpath through southern Egypt. When the Gulfstream jet crossed the border into Sudanese airspace, the pilot dropped to 4,000 feet and slowed to 300 km/h. A moment later, Lara felt the cabin begin to depressurise.
“We’ll be directly over the Nubian village in 5 minutes.” The pilot announced over the intercom speaker.
“Is anyone in the main cabin?” Lara asked though the intercom.
“We’re both in the cockpit, as you instructed.” The pilot answered.
“Don’t come out until after I’m gone.” Lara ordered.
Lara emerged from her cabin a moment later, still dressed in her tomb raiding gear, but now with a parachute strapped to her back, and a large backpack secured to her waist via a short tether. Lara walked to the door at the front of the jet and opened it outwards. Lara’s long ponytail whipped up around her face from the intense wind, but thanks to the low altitude and airspeed, and the normalised cabin pressure, there was no explosive decompression. Lara grabbed hold of the doorframe and posted in the door, before diving downwards. As soon as she cleared the aircraft, she pulled her chute, and drifted gracefully to the ground.
When she landed, Lara stashed her parachute and opened her backpack. She pulled out her Satellite Navigation device and got her bearings. She was only 3 miles from the Nubian village. It was late morning, and Lara made excellent time, arriving back at King Ajola’s village just before midday. The natives were not happy to see her. Lara was met by more than a dozen armed men, all sporting AK47 assault rifles. Lara’s guns and backpack were taken from her, and she was roughly jostled through the village, towards the chieftain’s hut.
She saw that part of the roof had been replaced, but there were still burn marks on the mud brick walls from where she had set her diversionary fire. Some of the African tribesmen cruelly slapped and pinched her breasts and buttocks. Rather than recoil away, the Idol made her stick them out more, as if inviting further punishment. Once inside the hut, Lara was forced down to her knees. The Idol made her shake her sexy butt from side to side enticingly. The anger of the tribesmen quickly turned to amusement, and they spoke to each other in their native tongue and laughed. Lara reddened with embarrassment, but she was powerless to stop her lewd behaviour.
Lara looked up and saw King Ajola seated on his wooden throne. His two eldest sons, Prince Ammon and Prince Akola, were standing at his side. More tribesmen filed into the hut and formed a circle around her. Lara counted at least 20 men inside the hut, aged from their late teens all the way up their late 20’s, and she began to worry. King Ajola spoke and the tribesman holding her backpack and guns walked forward and presented them to the King. King Ajola nodded and the man emptied out the contents onto the ground. Inside the backpack were all of her water and supplies, a change of clothes, her Passport and phone, her Satellite Navigation device, extra magazines for her pistols, three 1 kilogram gold bars and the Idol of Hathor.
King Ajola spoke in his native tongue, and Prince Ammon translated.
“Lady Croft, I see you have returned to us.” Prince Ammon said.
“King Ajola, please accept my sincere apology for my insulting behaviour. I wish to return the Idol of Hathor to you, and I humbly offer these three gold bars as a gift, to compensate you for any offense that I have caused.” Lara said, bowing low.
The King spoke again, and one of the tribesmen moved forward. He gathered up the gold, along with Lara’s guns and other possessions, and carried them into another room.
“Your gift is very generous, Lady Croft, but it does not undo the great insult you did to the King.” Prince Ammon said.
“I humbly apologise and beseech your majesty to show mercy and lift the curse of the Idol.” Lara pleaded.
The King spoke, and all of the men in the hut smiled broadly. Lara got butterflies in her stomach, as she watched them men begin to remove their traditional Nubian robes. King Ajola removed his own red robe and spoke again in his native language.
“The King is moved by your pleas, and will agree to return the Idol of Hathor to its resting place in the shrine, and thus lift the curse. But first, you must accept your punishment. As a sign of your contrition, you must willingly offer up your body to the tribe.” Prince Ammon said.
Lara hesitated. Was she really going to do this? Was she really going to let herself get gangbanged by an entire African tribe? She blushed with shame when she realised that she was. There was no other way to undo the curse of the Idol. Besides, it wasn’t as though she’d be able to stop herself anyway. Every man in the room was fully erect at the thought of fucking her young white body, and Idol of Hathor was reflecting those feelings straight into her brain. Lara had never felt so wet and horny in her life.
This time, Lara didn’t try and resist the impulses that the Idol of Hathor was sending her; she embraced them. Lara stood up and unclipped her thigh holsters and gun belt. She unbuttoned her tight brown short and slid them down her long, sexy legs. Next, she lifted her green tank top up over her head. Lara unclipped her black bra, exposing her large, perfect breasts to the gathered tribesmen. They murmured their approval in their native language, and Lara felt the heat between her legs increase as their excitement grew. Lara slid her black panties down her legs. She bent down to untie her boots, but a command from King Ajola made her pause.
“The King desires that you leave your boots on this time.” Prince Ammon said.
Lara instinctively rolled her eyes. Why did guys always have to be so weird about footwear?
Now standing completely naked, except for her combat boots, Lara theatrically bowed low in front of the King’s throne.
“I have wronged you, oh great King, and I seek to make amends. I humbly offer you my body, to use as you see fit.” Lara said.
King Ajola spoke commands to all present, and Ammon translated for her benefit, though she got the impression that he was only telling her part of the story.
“The King’s sons will now use your body in any way they see fit. You will willingly submit to their desires, and gratefully thank them for their attentions. Is that understood?” Prince Ammon asked.
Lara nodded her head in submission. The King nodded to his Sons and they surrounded her, forcing Lara back to her knees. The King’s sons ranged in height from 6’4” tall, all the way up to the gigantic 6’10” tall Prince Ammon, although most of them seemed to stand around 6’5” to 6’6” tall. As Lara was pushed to her knees, the sight of their enormous black cocks filled her vision: they were all easily 7 or 8 inches long. The men towered over Lara and rubbed their erect cocks against her beautiful face. Lara opened her lips and bobbed her mouth up and down on the first cock, while her hands reached up and jerked off two others. More cocks slapped against her cheeks and forehead. One of the Princes took hold of her long ponytail and wrapped it around his shaft, masturbating his cock with her silky hair. The first cock was removed from her mouth, and another replaced it. Lara stretched her lips open around it, sucking and licking it.
“The King does not hear you thanking his Royal Sons for their generous attentions.” Prince Ammon shouted over the pack of men mobbing her.
Lara pulled the cock she was sucking out of her mouth with a pop.
“Thank you, noble Princes, for letting me taste your Royal cocks.” Lara said, before resuming her sucking.
The circle of black bodies around Lara cleared slightly, as the Princes organised themselves into two lines on either side of her. Lara was pushed forward onto her hands and knees. The Prince in front of Lara grabbed hold of the sides of her head and plunged his large black cock between her lips. Lara swirled her tongue around the tip, even as it pushed deeper inside her mouth. Behind her, another Prince grabbed hold of her hourglass hips and thrust his cock into her wet pussy. The Idol allowed it to slide fully inside her without resistance, and soon she felt his balls slapping against her clit.
The Prince behind her spanked her ass, signalling for her to fuck him back. Lara started rocking her hips back against his crotch. He fucked her pussy with powerful strokes that caused her large breasts to swing pendulously back and forth beneath her chest. She felt his pleasure building, and she knew he was about to cum; but to her surprise, he immediately pulled out. Another Prince replaced him, sliding into her recently vacated pussy and fucking it. Lara twerked her butt back against him, and then switched her attention to the cock fucking her face. She pushed her head forward, feeling her lips stretch open around the thick base of his cock, as her throat expanded to accommodate the mushroom-shaped tip.
Lara deep throated the Prince repeatedly, and the Idol made her feel his growing pleasure. She knew he was about to cum, but then he suddenly pulled out of her mouth, leaving a long string of saliva spilling from her lips and dribbling down her chin. Another Prince took his place, and Lara opened her mouth to accommodate him. This Prince was not interested in using her tongue; he grabbed hold of either side of Lara’s face and rammed his cock balls-deep inside her mouth. Lara gagged loudly, as her throat expanded around the tip of his 7 inch long cock. He pulled back and then pressed forward again, his balls slapping against Lara’s chin as he fucked her throat. Saliva started dribbling from the corners of her mouth around the cock, as she was brutally face fucked.
The Prince behind her increased the pace of his fucking, grunting loudly as he thrust into her. Lara felt his pleasure at stretching her tight, warm pussy open around his cock. He groaned and started to cum inside her. Lara orgasmed, feeling his hot, sticky cum shooting against her cervix. King Ajola saw what had happened and shouted angrily. The young Prince fucking Lara’s pussy was dragged from the tent. He spoke to the other Princes in his native tongue, and then they resumed fucking her. Another Prince slid into her well-used pussy and slapped her ass, signalling for Lara to resume her undulating hip movements.
As she was spit roasted by the two tribesmen, she thought about what had just happened. It seemed as though the King had been upset that one of his sons had cum inside her. Lara wondered why, and then she realised that the first and only time she had orgasmed had been when the Prince had cum inside of her. She thought back to her sexual encounter with the female reporter. The Idol would not let her orgasm from her own pleasure; it only allowed her to vicariously experience the pleasure of others. This must be the King’s punishment. His sons would continue to fuck her, but she would be denied her any sexual relief.
Lara gagged around the cock in her mouth for another minute before he pulled out. He was not immediately replaced, and a minute later, the Prince fucking her pussy also withdrew. Lara looked around and saw Prince Ammon walking towards her. His muscular 6’10” frame was completely naked, and he was sporting what was easily the largest cock Lara had ever seen in person. It was at least 10 inches long and just over 2 inches wide.
“Are you enjoying the King’s hospitality?” Prince Ammon asked.
Lara blushed with embarrassment, but forced herself to look over at the King.
“Thank you, oh generous King, for the great honour of fucking your Royal sons.” Lara said.
Ammon translated Lara’s words for King Ajola, who smiled.
“You are unworthy of forgiveness, but my father is merciful. Now, I wish to sample that which you gave my father on your first meeting: offer me your unworthy ass.” Prince Ammon said.
Lara looked down at Prince Ammon’s enormous cock, suddenly fearful of what it would do to her smallest hole. Her heart beating anxiously, she forced herself to say the degrading words.
“Prince Ammon, please accept my unworthy asshole. I offer it to you willingly, to use for your pleasure.” Lara said, feeling her cheeks blush with shame as she said the words.
“I accept your generous gift.” Ammon said, kneeling down behind her.
Lara felt him push into her wet pussy, and she grunted as he bottomed out against her cervix. Ammon thrust in and out of her several times, lubricating his cock with her pussy juices. When he pulled it from her wet pussy, it was gleaming with her juices. Prince Ammon leaned forward and spat a glob of saliva between her rough butt cheeks, which he then rubbed into her sphincter. Finally, Lara felt the thick tip of his cock pressing against her tiny asshole.
Lara grunted as his thick cock pushed forward into her asshole. She felt her sphincter bulge inwards and then slowly expand open around his cock. The pressure built, as her asshole resisted for a moment, before spasming open and swallowing his thick cock inside. Lara shivered as her asshole stretched open wider around his cock. She felt it slide past her anus and deep into her rectum. Deeper and deeper in went, and Lara felt the weird sensation of his cock rubbing against the inside of her rectum. Suddenly, he was fully inside her.
Prince Ammon grabbed two handfuls of her hips and pulled about half way out, before pushing back in again. Lara felt his pleasure at fucking her tight asshole, but it was a tightly controlled thing, and nowhere near orgasming. Prince Ammon fucked her ass for several minutes, before pulling out and walking around in front of her. He nodded to one of his brothers, who knelt down behind Lara and pushed his own 7 inch long cock inside her asshole. After the fucking it had received from Ammon’s much larger cock, Lara’s asshole easily swallowed this new cock inside without difficulty. Prince Ammon walked around in front of Lara and looked down at her.
“Now, you’re going to taste my cock straight from your own ass. Thank me for it.” Prince Ammon said, clearly amused that he was able to make a wealthy aristocrat like her perform such an indecent act.
Lara was totally disgusted, as she had been when Professor Wormstrome had first made her perform ass to mouth, but she had the good sense to hide her distaste.
“Thank you, Prince Ammon, for your generosity. I can’t wait to taste your cock straight from my own ass.” Lara said.
Prince Ammon knelt down and rubbed his slimy cock all over Lara’s beautiful face. Lara knew what was expected: she stuck out her tongue and ran it along the underside of his cock, tasting the musky scent of her own ass on it. Prince Ammon pressed his thick cock against Lara’s lips. She opened her mouth and allowed him to slide his cock inside. The taste of it sliding across her tongue made her gag, but Lara held her resolve and the Prince seemed satisfied. Prince Ammon condescendingly patted her on the top of the head, and then pulled out of her mouth.
Lara’s relief was short lived. The Prince fucking her stretched asshole pulled out and allowed the next man in line to have his turn. Lara grunted, as yet another large black cock impaled her ass. The Prince who had just finished sodomising her walked around in front of her. He seemed to be waiting for something, but Lara didn’t know what.
“Thank my brother for his generous gift.” Prince Ammon said.
Lara grimaced with the realisation that they wanted her to repeat this degrading ritual.
“Thank you, generous Prince, for letting me taste your cock straight from my asshole.” Lara said.
Ammon nodded to the Prince, who smiled down at Lara and presented his cock to her. Lara stuck out her tongue and slid it up and down the slimy cock in front of her. Then she opened her lips and swallowed it inside her mouth. The Prince grabbed the base of her ponytail and used it as a handle to fuck her throat several times. Lara gagged as her throat stretched open around his cock. She felt his pleasure build, but just when she thought she might get to orgasm, he pulled out. The Prince fucking her ass stopped and moved around in front of her face, while another Prince thrust into her sloppy asshole from behind.
“Thank you, generous Prince, for letting me taste your cock straight from my ass.” Lara said robotically, before licking and sucking his cock.
The humiliating ritual continued, with each Prince only fucking her asshole for a minute or two, before pulling out and making Lara suck on their cock. Lara quickly became accustomed to the musky taste of her ass, although she still blushed with shame each time she was made to say the humiliating words, thanking the men for making her perform ass to mouth. With each successive ass fucking, her asshole became looser and looser. After taking her tenth black cock in a row up her ass, her sphincter had expanded to such a degree that it no longer offered any resistance to the large cocks fucking her. After all 19 Nubian Princes had taken their turn fucking her ass, Lara’s asshole was left gaping open over an inch wide.
King Ajola stepped down off his wooden throne and knelt down behind her, pushing his thick 8 inch long cock inside Lara’s gaping asshole. It slid inside her without resistance, and King Ajola grinned as he fucked her well-used asshole with long, fluid stroke. King Ajola spoke to his sons in his native tongue, and they all laughed at Lara’s expense.
“The King says that your asshole is so loose that his cock barely touches the sides. He says it looks like you’ve been fucking elephants your whole life.” Prince Ammon translated. “What do you say?”
Lara knew by now what she was expected to say.
“The King is a funny as he is wise. I thank him for stretching open my unworthy asshole. It’s exactly what I deserve.” Lara answered, feeling her cheeks flush with humiliation.
Prince Ammon translated Lara’s words to the King, who smiled and pulled out of her gaping asshole. King Ajola knelt down in front of Lara and allowed her to lick his cock clean. When he was satisfied at the level of Lara’s submission, King Ajola returned to his throne, where he issued more commands. One of the Princes, Lara recognised him as Prince Akola, lay down on his back, while several pairs of strong black hands lifted Lara into the air. They positioned her directly above Prince Akola and forced her down onto his hard, 8 inch long cock.
Lara groaned as the thick black cock slid up her abused asshole. Lara’s gaping sphincter swallowed it without resistance, and she sank all the way down to his balls in one go. Another Prince stepped forward and lined up his 7 inch long cock with her pussy, while a third straddled her chest, with his cock pointing at her face. King Ajola spoke again.
“My father has decreed that his Royal sons should fuck all of your unworthy holes at the same time. What say you, Lady Croft?” Prince Ammon said.
Lara knew what was expected of her, although she hated having to play the King’s sadistic, humiliating games. Lara turned her head and looked up at King Ajola on his throne.
“Thank you, King Ajola, for your generous gift. I gratefully accept and humbly offer my holes for your sons to use.” Lara said.
Prince Ammon translated Lara’s answer. All of the men present chuckled with amusement, and then the carnival of humiliation continued. Lara gasped as a hard black cock was thrust into her wet pussy; it rubbed against the cock impaling her asshole, through the thin flesh separating her two orifices. The Prince straddling Lara’s chest grabbed hold of her head and pressed his 7 inch long cock between her lips. Lara felt his cock slide along her wet tongue, before pushing down her throat. Lara gagged, as her throat distended outwards around his thick cock. King Ajola stood up to get a closer look at the peculiar sight of Lara’s delicate throat bulging open around his son’s cock like a python that had swallowed a mouse. The Prince pulled back, and then rammed his cock back down her throat. Lara gagged around his thick cock, as she felt the Prince’s balls slap against her chin. She struggled to breathe; saliva spilled from her wet lips and streamed down her chin, dripping onto her naked chest.
The Idol of Hathor ensured that Lara felt the pleasure of the 3 men fucking her, and she moaned wantonly around the cock in her throat. That seemed to be the signal for the men to change. The 3 Princes pulled out of her pussy, ass and mouth, and 3 new Princes thrust into Lara’s well-used holes. These 3 new Princes seemed to have something to prove, and they fucked Lara with even more vigour. The Prince impaling Lara’s stretched asshole rammed his hips up and down beneath her, causing Lara’s large breasts to bounce up and down against her chest. The Prince fucking her pussy grabbed hold of her legs and lifted them off the ground, so that she couldn’t even brace herself.
She fell backwards into the arms of the third Prince. Rather than straddle her chest, this Prince stood directly behind her and forced her head back. With her face upside-down, the Prince rammed his cock between Lara’s stretched lips. He pushed forward, watching as Lara’s throat expanded open around the tip of his cock. He didn’t stop pressing forward until he had forced all 8 inches of his cock between Lara’s wet lips, and his balls were slapping against her nose. Lara gagged as her throat bulged obscenely around the thick cock invading it.
Lara felt completely powerless to resist, as her pale white flesh was pummelled between their muscular black bodies. Lara felt their pleasure build, and prayed for the release of an orgasm, but again she was cruelly denied. The three men pulled out of her holes, and three more took their place. Lara grunted and groaned as she was triple penetrated yet again. The Nubian Princes fucked her mercilessly, but only for a few minutes at a time. It seemed that the King had given strict instructions that they were not to cum inside her, and thereby allow Lara to orgasm vicariously with them.
Their three cocks made loud squelching sounds as they slid in and out of Lara’s sloppy holes. Lara’s pussy was so wet that her juices were trickling down her inner thighs in a near constant flow; Lara’s lips and chin were drenched in her own saliva, which spilled from her lips around the cock fucking her mouth; and Lara’s abused anal sphincter had loosened to such an extent that her gaping asshole no longer squeezed closed between penetrations. After her fourth triple penetration, the Princes decided to switch things up. Lara was grabbed by the hair and dragged like an animal towards where Prince Ammon lay. She was forced her squat down over his enormous 10 inch cock and impale herself upon its length.
Lara shivered as her pussy lips slid down over the thick black cock. Prince Ammon smiled as he looked up into Lara’s dishevelled, blushing face. He took the opportunity to cruelly squeeze her nipples. The Idol of Hathor compelled her to thrust her chest forward, despite the pain he was causing her. Another Prince knelt down behind her and thrust his 8 inch long cock into her gaping asshole. His cock slid inside her effortlessly, her gaping asshole having expanded so much that it was now as wide as most of the cocks fucking it.
A third Prince stood in front of her and pressed his cock against her lips. Lara opened her mouth and swallowed it inside without prompting. It plunged between her lips and down her throat, causing her to gag around it. Once again, Lara found herself the pale white meat in the middle of a hard, black sex sandwich. Lara’s sexy body bucked wildly and lewdly between them. She wanted to cum so badly! Surely she had suffered enough! Lara stopped bobbing her head up and down on the cock in her mouth and pulled back, gasping for air. A long string of wet saliva drooped down between the tip of the cock and her wet lips. The Prince grinned and took the opportunity to smear his saliva drenched cock all over Lara’s beautiful face. Prince Ammon pulled out of her pussy and the second Prince pulled out of her ass.
“Please, merciful King, let me cum! Have I not suffered enough?” Lara pleaded.
The King smiled and spoke.
“King Ajola is moved by your pleas, and he will grant your request, eventually; but first he is curious to see how many of his sons you can fuck at once. You will demonstrate it for him.” Prince Ammon said.
King Ajola issued more commands to his sons. Two new Princes stepped forward at their father’s command. The first lay down on his back, and Lara mounted his cock without argument. The second Prince knelt down behind her, and Lara waited expectantly for it to slide inside her well-used asshole. Her eyes widened in surprise when she felt the tip of the second Prince’s cock pressing against her already occupied pussy.
“Wait!” Lara said, panicking.
The Prince paid her protests no heed. He grabbed hold of Lara’s sexy hips and pushed forwards. Lara’s mouth fell open in shock and pain, as her already stretched pussy lips were forced open even wider. Her pussy lips strained against the new intrusion, before they painfully expanded wider around the tip of the cock, and allowed it to slide inside her alongside the first. Lara collapsed forward onto the black Prince lying beneath her, as the two large cocks seesawed against each other inside her stretched pussy with alternating strokes, further loosening her well-used hole. They mercilessly double penetrated her pussy for several minute and then pulled out, to be immediately replaced by the next two.
Once again, Lara’s once-tight pussy was double penetrated and forced to expand wide open around their cocks. When they finished, Lara was fucked by the third pair, and then a fourth. She felt her tender pussy growing looser and looser with each double fucking. The King stepped down from his throne to examine his son’s progress. He spoke in his native tongue, causing his sons to laugh.
“The King says your pussy looks even looser than your asshole. He says he is pleased that any man who fucks your unworthy holes after today will know that you are a whore.” Prince Ammon said.
“The King is wise, and I thank him for treating me like the whore I am.” Lara lied, trying to placate him.
King Ajola nodded and two more sons stepped forward. Lara knelt down over the first and tried to lower her loose pussy onto his cock, but he adjusted his aim and thrust inside her gaping asshole. The second Prince knelt down behind her, and Lara felt the tip of his cock pressing against her cock-filled sphincter.
“Wait!” Lara said, suddenly realising what they were about to do. “Ahhhhh!” She screamed, as the thick 8 inch long cock tried to force its way inside her already occupied ass.
Lara’s asshole distended inwards around the thick cock, straining to keep it out, but slowly and painfully her sphincter stretched open wider. Lara shut her eyes and shook her head from side to side against the pain, which was so great that it temporarily drowned out the vicarious pleasure being beamed into her brain by the Idol. Lara’s asshole strained, weakened and finally expanded open around the second cock, allowing it to slide inside her gaping asshole just above the first. Lara grunted as the two cocks buried themselves inside her rectum.
Once again, the two Princes began seesawing their cocks in and out of her gaping hole with alternating thrusts, slowly enlarging and loosening her asshole. They fucked her asshole for a couple of minutes and then pulled out, to be replaced by two new cocks. Lara’s asshole was double fucked in this way by another pair, and then another, until it was as loose as her pussy. The King came forward and examined her stretched open holes, nodding his approval. He issued more commands, and two of his sons lay down facing each other, with their legs intertwined and their cocks resting against each other.
King Ajola motioned for Lara to mount them. Lara shakily straddled the two Princes and then lowered herself down to her knees, so that their twin cocks were just inches away from her wet pussy. She reached down and pointed the cocks towards her well-used entrance, and then sunk down onto them. Lara grimaced with discomfort, as her pussy was expanded painfully open once more. She felt the twin cocks slip inside her folds. She kept pressing down, feeling her delicate pussy being pried open wider, as their cocks thickened towards the base.
King Ajola spoke again and two more Princes stepped forward. The first of them knelt down and pushed his cock inside her gaping asshole. It slid inside easily, barely even touching the sides. Then the second Prince stepped over his brother and squatted down between him and Lara’s ass. He pressed his own cock against Lara’s stretched asshole and pushed. Lara’s sloppy asshole offered virtually no resistance, and instantly expanded open around the second Prince’s cock, allowing it to slide inside her ass just above the first.
Lara blushed with shame at the indecency of what she was doing. She was being quadruple penetrated: she had two cocks impaling her pussy and another two cocks impaling her asshole. She had never felt so stretched and full in her life. She could feel all four cocks deep inside her holes, stretching them wide open and rubbing against each other. The feeling was obscene. King Ajola gave more commands, and three more Princes stepped forward. The first stepped in front of her and pushed his cock between her lips; the other two stood on either side of her head and grabbed hold of her hands, wrapping her fingers around their cocks. King Ajola walked around Lara’s indecently stuffed body, admiring his handiwork. She was now being fucked by 7 of his sons simultaneously.
King Ajola spoke to his sons, who began brutally ramming their cocks in and out of Lara’s abused holes, stretching them open even wider. Lara moaned loudly as she felt the pleasure of the men building, but again they all pulled out before orgasming. Lara had heard about the phenomenon of blue balls for men, but this was many times worse. King Ajola issued fresh commands, and more Princes came forward. Again, two of them lay down facing each other, with their legs intertwined and their 7 inch long cocks pressed against each other and pointing upwards.
Lara wearily straddled them and lowered herself, but this time their powerful hands directed her slightly forward, so that their twin cocks were lined up with her gaping asshole. Lara grimaced as she lowered her sloppy, gaping asshole down onto their thick cocks. Her asshole was so loose that it practically sucked them inside, allowing them to penetrate her all the way to the hilt. When Lara’s ass cheeks were resting against their thighs, two more Princes stepped forward. The third Prince knelt down and pushed his cock into Lara’s sloppy pussy. It was so loose that she barely noticed. The Prince grabbed hold of Lara’s calves and lifted her legs up into the air, tipping her backwards onto the Princes beneath her. As she fell back onto the Prince’s chest, the fourth Prince stepped in between Lara’s splayed legs and squatted down in front of his brother. Then he pushed his own cock into Lara’s stretched pussy, sliding it in just above the cock already inside.
Lara started to shake, as her once tight holes were again stretched open wider than should have been possible. A fifth Prince stepped forward and straddled Lara’s ample chest, pushing her breasts together and then shoving his thick black cock in between them. A sixth Prince straddled her face and pushed his black cock in between her lips and straight down her delicate throat. She felt her hands pulled out from her body, and Princes seven and eight forced her to wrap her fingers around their cocks and begin jerking them off. King Ajola laughed in triumph and spoke to Prince Ammon.
“The King congratulates you, Lady Croft: pleasuring 8 men at once is a truly impressive feat.” Prince Ammon said.
Lara gagged around the cock in her throat, as her body was fucked and brutalized by the tribesmen. Although they only fucked her for 3 minutes, it felt more like 30 minutes to Lara. Lara felt the enormous cocks in her pussy and asshole stretching her once tight holes open to capacity. The feeling of them rubbing against each other inside her felt obscene, and Lara worried that they were doing permanent damage to her body. She wondered if her sexy holes would ever return to their former tightness. When the men’s pleasure started to rise and approach orgasm, they pulled out of her sloppy holes, leaving a trail of saliva, pussy juices and pre-cum trickling from each of her gaping orifices.
“Please, great King. I’m begging you. No more.” Lara pleaded, finally having reached the end of her resistance.
King Ajola smiled with the knowledge that he had finally broken the proud western aristocrat. He then issued one last set of instructions to his sons. The 19 Princes formed a circle around Lara’s cowering, naked form and started to masturbate.
“Kneel and hold your face up.” Prince Ammon said.
Lara did as she was told. Even though she was not even touching them, the Idol of Hathor allowed Lara to feel the pleasure of the men as they masturbated over her. She felt her excitement build, as they approached orgasm, and when they came, she came. Lara moaned in pleasure as the first Prince’s cum splashed against her face. Moments later, a second and then a third Prince added their own spurts of cum to the mix. Cum jetted across Lara’s upturned face, leaving wet, sticky lines across her cheeks, nose and forehead. Warm cum splashed against her lips and ran down her chin and neck.
As soon as the first Prince finished dribbling the last few drops of cum over Lara’s beautiful face, he wiped his shrinking black cock clean in her silky hair. The next Princes followed his example, treating Lara’s long, lustrous hair like a filthy cum-rag. More cum sprayed against her face, as the next two Princes climaxed. Lara was moaning constantly now, as she orgasmed again and again, experiencing one orgasm after another. Soon, her face was completely plastered in cum, and it was difficult to find any patch of skin not coated in a thick layer of sticky white goo.
The bukkake continued, with Lara moaning like a whore as each man ejaculated on her. None of the men lasted very long, having essentially spent the last 3 hours blue balling themselves with their constant start-stop fucking of Lara’s sexy body. Stray cum splattered against Lara’s chest, back and hair, as Prince after Prince shot his load over Lara’s beautiful face. Prince Akola grinned as he sent strings of warm cum splattering against Lara’s forehead. They slowly ran down her cheeks and nose and melted into the thick, sticky cum already coating her features. Lara’s face started to resemble a melted wax mask, and her features became totally unrecognisable.
When the first 18 Princes had finished cuming and wiped their cocks clean in Lara’s cum-stained hair, Prince Ammon stepped forward. He held the tip of his cock directly beneath Lara’s nose and came: his cum splashed against her upper lip and gushed out on either side of her nose, giving Lara a sticky white cum moustache that flowed down around the corners of her mouth. Last to cum was King Ajola himself. He towered over the cum-covered tomb raider and stroked his cock deliberately. Seeing that Lara’s face was completely drenched in cum, he directed his attention to her breasts. It quickly became apparent how the aging King had managed to sire 19 sons, as he shot almost a dozen powerful jets of cum against Lara’s chest. Cum splashed against Lara’s naked breasts and dripped down into the deep cleavage between them, leaving Lara’s breasts looking like two massive glazed donuts.
Lara’s entire body was shaking, and her limbs felt like rubber from the aftereffects of the 20 vicarious orgasms she had just experienced. King Ajola left the hut carrying the Idol of Hathor, and Prince Ammon and Prince Akola accompanied him. When they returned some 10 minutes later, King Ajola spoke to Lara, while Prince Ammon translated.
“Lady Croft, the Idol of Hathor has been returned to the shrine. Your curse is officially ended. You are hereby banished from King Ajola’s Kingdom, upon pain of death. Leave these lands and never return.” Prince Ammon said.
“Could I have my clothes back?” Lara asked hopefully.
“As a thief, all of the property you arrived with is forfeited to King Ajola. Be grateful that he has mercifully allowed you to keep your boots.” Prince Ammon said.
Lara was picked up by her arms and frogmarched out of the King’s hut, where she was unceremoniously dumped onto the muddy ground. All of the women and children in the village had heard about the punishment of the beautiful white woman that had stolen their sacred Idol, and had come to see her for themselves. They were all wearing traditional Nubian robes, and they lined the main path out of the village. Lara climbed to her feet and started walking.
The first few women hissed at her as she walked past. Then one of the women spat at her, hitting her in the side of the face. That seemed to open the floodgates, as all of the women started spitting at her and slapping their hands painfully against Lara’s naked breasts, back and ass. Lara started to run, and some of the older children chased after her, whipping her backside with small branches, which left angry red marks across her sexy butt cheeks. Lara practically had to sprint to finally get away from them all.
Now alone, Lara looked and felt completely disgusting. Her cum soaked hair was a tangled, matted mess and her face and upper body were plastered in a thick layer of sticky cum. She managed to find a muddy puddle and tried to wash herself as best she could in the dirty, muddy water. Filthy and naked except for her boots, and with no supplies or money, Lara had no choice but to try and hitch hike. She eventually made her way to the main road and hailed down a passing truck driver. He was only too happy to stop and pick up a young naked white woman, although he made it clear that she would not ride for free.
Lara had always looked down on prostitutes with a mixture of pity and scorn; she had thought that she was different to them; that she was too noble and strong to ever stoop to such an act. Now she was forced to face the truth. Naked, cold and hungry, and without her vast wealth and friends to fall back on, Lara did what desperate women have done for thousands of years in order to survive: she traded the only thing of value that she still possessed – her body. Lara cast aside her pride and her moral principles and wearily nodded her agreement to the truck driver’s indecent proposal.
Moments later, the truck driver pulled back out onto the highway, with Lara’s head resting on his lap and her dirty face bobbing up and down in his cock. Lara slid her mouth up and down the black truck driver’s cock, while sensually caressing it with her tongue. It didn’t smell as bad as she had feared, but then she blushed with embarrassment, as she realised that it probably did, but that her own stench smelled worse. Lara sucked the truck driver’s cock until he came in her mouth. She swallowed his cum without complaint, and then they rode in silence to the next village, some 80 miles down the road.
The village they came to was a small truck stop, with only a few stores located around the main highway. The truck driver had no spare clothes to give her, so Lara was forced to make a nude dash towards the general store. Several men in the street pointed and laughed as she ran into the store. The Sudanese shopkeeper inside spoke a little English, and she was able to negotiate for some somewhere to wash up, some clothes to wear and something to eat; but again, it would not be for free.
The shopkeeper led Lara into the back storeroom and made her lie down on an old cot bed. Lara grunted, as the black man lay down on top of her and thrust into her sore pussy. Her pussy felt so stretched and loose that she barely felt anything as he fucked her. He seemed angry that Lara wasn’t doing her part, so she moaned and wrapped her long legs around his waist and pretended to enjoy the sex. After he came inside of her, he gave her some water and a sandwich to eat, and then led her into a small bathroom.
Lara washed herself in the sink as best she could, and then put on the clothes that the shopkeeper had brought for her to wear. Back in England, Lara would not have touched the cheaply made underwear and ugly polyester dress with a barge pole, but here she gratefully put them on and thanked the shopkeeper for his generosity. Lara walked miserably down the dusty street until found a Sudanese taxi driver willing to take her all the way to Khartoum, many hours away. Again, without any money, Lara was forced to prostitute herself to the taxi driver in exchange for the ride.
The Taxi driver stopped multiple times on route to fuck her. He didn’t even bother to drive into a secluded area; he simply pulled off to the side of the highway, climbed into the back seat and forced Lara to ride him until he came. It was the middle of the day, so any passing car could see the beautiful white woman fucking the lowly African taxi driver on the side of the road. Lara could only turn and try to hide her face each time a car drove past, while desperately praying that no one recognised her.
After several hours, they drove through an army checkpoint. Lara didn’t have her passport with her, as King Ajola had confiscated it, so the two soldiers on duty led her into their office. They demanded a bribe to let her past. Lara told them she didn’t have any money, and then stripped naked and lay down on their interrogation table. The two soldiers eagerly accepted Lara’s alternative form of payment, and she didn’t resist as they thrust inside her pussy and mouth, spit roasting her naked body between them. After they finished fucking her and ejaculated inside her, she was allowed to dress and leave. She got back into her taxi and continued south. About 30 minutes down the road, the taxi driver pulled off to the side and made Lara fuck him again.
When they finally arrived at Khartoum International Airport, the local officials refused to even let her into the terminal without a valid passport. Lara pleaded with them to be allowed to use a phone to contact the British Consulate. They wanted to know how she would pay them; Lara had no money, so offered them her body instead. Ten minutes later, she was on her knees in a small security office, riding the cock of one official while alternately jerking and sucking the cocks of two others. After they finished ejaculating in her pussy and mouth, she was allowed to use the phone. She called Winston, who arranged for a representative from the British Consulate to attend with an emergency temporary Passport and a plane ticket home.
Lara had learned a painful lesson, and would never again be dismissive of native superstitions.

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