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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 Croft braced herself against the cold artic wind, pulling the thick cashmere-lined hood of her long coat tighter around her face. The blowing snow had dropped visibility to less than 10 yards and the temperature was falling rapidly. She knew the smart thing to do would be to stop and make camp for the night, but she pressed on regardless. She was getting close – she could feel it! Besides, one of the advantages of using sled dogs instead of more conventional vehicles was that they could see better in these conditions than a human could. The powerful long-haired huskies unerringly guided her sled around potholes, tree stumps and boulders that would have wrecked a snowmobile or skidoo.
After another hour’s travel, the falling snow eased up enough for Lara to finally see her destination: a range of rocky, snow-covered hills. Keeping one hand on the reins of the sled, Lara reached into her oversized fur-lined coat pocket and consulted her military-grade satellite navigation unit. Not far now, she thought, as she plotted her current position. The dogs pulled her onwards until they reached a wide cave mouth cut into the side of one of the hills. The snow was a lot thinner here, and the ice appeared to be melting away, despite the cold and frost. The reason for this became apparent as soon as Lara entered the cave mouth and saw the steaming thermal hot springs.
Lara halted the sled just inside the mouth of the cave and then saw to the needs of her dogs. She reached into her bags and pulled out 12 neatly stacked bowls and a large bag of dogfood. Lara was careful to feed to the dogs in order of their seniority, feeding the largest alpha first to avoid any fights. She would have liked to release the dogs for the night, but she didn’t want them wandering off or getting attacked by a grizzly bear, so she kept them chained to the sled. With the 12 dogs greedily devouring their food, Lara picked up her flashlight and backpack, and wandered deeper into the caves.
Within only a few yards of the cave mouth, the heat started to become oppressive. She saw several shallow geothermal pools bubbling with steam. Lara removed her white, ankle-length winter coat, which she rolled up and strapped to the back of her backpack. She was tempted to return to the sled and change into her trademark tank top and shorts, but she knew that would be reckless: there was no guarantee that the thermal springs would be present deeper inside the caves and the temperate could easily drop back down to below freezing. The thermal bodysuit she was wearing was another one of Zip’s ingenious designs. It consisted of multiple thin layers of cross-woven thermal insulation, covered by a durable outer layer of rubbery white neoprene – similar to the stuff that wetsuits are made of.
Of course, as Zip had designed it, the suit was unnecessarily revealing, hugging every curve of her body like a second skin. Still, it did the job of keeping her warm and it didn’t impede her movements like bulkier snow clothing would have. The skin-tight bodysuit covered all of Lara’s body, leaving only her hands, feet and head exposed. It had a long black zipper on the front of it, which ran upwards from her crotch and all the way up to the high neck, which ended just below her chin. Lara pulled off her thick, fur-lined white gloves and pulled on a pair of thinner black thermal gloves. These gloves, while not as warm as the fur-lined gloves, offered far more dexterity and greater abrasion resistance.
Also in stark contrast to Lara’s white bodysuit were her black high-laced combat boots and black gun belt. The gun belt wrapped around her hourglass hips, and a pair of matching black holsters hung down each side and strapped around her thighs. Each thigh holster contained one of her trademark Heckler and Koch USP Match pistols, with a black polymer frame and a stainless steel slide. The pistols held 18 rounds of 9mm ammunition each, and she had 6 spare magazines seated in hard kydex pouches on the back of her belt. 144 rounds was a lot ammunition for a standard tomb raiding adventure, but Lara had learned to be cautious. She didn’t know who else might be looking for the Idol of Amarok.
Lara made her way deeper into the cave network. Her suspicions about not being alone were confirmed when she passed another entrance to the caves, which had 6 skidoos parked just inside it. Their engines weren’t completely cold yet, meaning that they hadn’t been parked there for more than an hour. Lara proceeded more cautiously, stowing her flashlight and switching to a pair of night vision goggles. She moved stealthily through the caves, stopping often to check for traps and tripwires. She made her way down a stretch of narrow, winding tunnels, which opened out into a vast cavern. The mouth of the tunnel was about 9 feet above the dusty cavern floor and had a narrow ledge running off it. There were bright lights moving around down below her position, and Lara carefully slid along the narrow ledge to get a closer look.
The cavern was filled with more steaming geothermal pools, and Lara could feel herself sweating inside the bodysuit. She unzipped the front of the suit down to her bellybutton, revealing her flat stomach and the gorgeous inner curves of her large breasts. Lara moved about 10 yards into the cave and then jumped across a wide gap onto a series of tall boulders. Lara crept deeper into the cave, to where the light sources were coming from. She reasoned that her high vantage point, up near the roof of the cavern, would give her a better field of view while also making her harder to detect.
Through her night vision goggles, Lara could see 5 heavily armed mercenaries carefully exploring the cave. The mercs were all carrying AR15-style rifles and had pistols strapped to their thighs. They were moving carefully, covering each other with overlapping fields of fire. Lara watched them for several minutes and then turned to circle around them. She had only moved a couple of feet when she was suddenly blinded by a weapon light being pointed right in her eyes. She immediately realised her mistake: she had only seen 5 mercenaries down in the cavern, but there had been 6 skidoos in the cave. One of the mercs had obviously had the same idea as Lara, and climbed up onto the boulders to provide overwatch.
The bright light overloaded Lara’s night vision and she lost her footing, tumbling 9 feet down onto the hard cavern floor. Her custom holsters were built for speed rather than retention, and the fall caused her right pistol to tumble out of its holster. Still partially blinded, Lara rolled to her feet and drew her left pistol, but an unseen assailant knocked it out of her hand. Still trying to clear her vision, Lara ran between two towering boulders, and straight into a dead end. She tried jumping up, but there was sheer rock on three sides, and she had nowhere left to go. She turned around to find 5 weapon lights pointing right at her face.
“Don’t shoot! I need her alive!” A female voice ordered.
The weapon lights lowered slightly, illuminating the ground at Lara’s feet.
“So, it looks like I finally get to meet the legendary Lara Croft!” The voice said.
The speaker stepped forward, and Lara saw a tall, athletic black woman with dark, curly hair, pulled back into a short ponytail. The woman was wearing olive-coloured military fatigues, although she had tied her long-sleeve shirt around her waist and was wearing a brown short-sleeve t-shirt on her upper body, underneath a green tactical vest. The front of her vest was covered in rifle magazine pouches, and she had a short-barrelled AR15-style rifle hanging from a 3-point harness at her shoulder, and a semi-automatic handgun holstered at her right hip.
“I don’t believe we’ve been introduced.” Lara answered politely, trying to hide her discomfort at how vulnerable she felt.
“Jamila Jackson, at your service.” The woman said confidently, taking a small bow.
Lara had heard the name. Jamila Jackson was ex-US Army, and she had a reputation for being smart, competent and ruthless. Rumour had it that she was now working for Lara’s arch nemesis, Jaqueline Natla, which explained the presence of the mercenaries out here in the Alaskan wilderness.
“I’ll make you a deal, Lara: tell me where the Idol is and I’ll let you go.” Jamila said.
So, they hadn’t found it yet, Lara thought! Lara hoped her dossier on Jamila was accurate, or she would be in a lot of trouble.
“I’ve heard stories about you Jamila. None of them mentioned you killing unarmed women.” Lara said, hoping that it was true.
Jamila frowned, clearly not liking having Lara call her bluff.
“I’ve heard stories about you too, and none of them mentioned you running around tombs flashing your boobs like a stripper!” Jamila retorted.
Lara’s face reddened with embarrassment, as she realised that the fall had caused her large breasts to bounce free from the unzipped front of her thermal bodysuit. Still blushing, Lara hastily zipped up her bodysuit, while trying to ignore the snickering laughter coming from the mercenaries. As her eyes began to adjust to the light, Lara was able to discern the outlines of the other mercenaries in the cavern. Although she couldn’t make out their faces, Lara was surprised to see that all of them were clearly female. Female mercenaries were rare enough, but having an all-girl mercenary team was practically unheard of.
“Let’s cut the crap, Lara! I might not be prepared to kill you, but I’m more than willing to hurt you. So why don’t you just save yourself a lot of pain and tell me what I want to know?” Jamila said.
Lara gritted her teeth and stubbornly assumed a fighting stance. “How about we fight for it; just you and me? Winner takes all! Unless, of course, you’re scared?” Lara taunted.
Jamila smiled with genuine amusement. “Do you believe this arrogant bitch?” she asked her team rhetorically.
“Teach this bitch a lesson, JJ!” One of the mercs said.
“Yeah, beat her bloody!” Another said.
Jamila grinned smugly and handed her rifle and pistol to one of the other women. Lara unslung her backpack from her shoulders and placed it on the ground.
“This is going to be fun!” Jamila said, stretching out her neck and shoulders.
“You’re awfully cocky for someone who’s never…” Lara started to say, when Jamila suddenly attacked.
Lara blocked two straight punches and ducked under a left hook aimed at her head, before circling out. The female mercenaries formed a wide semi-circle around the two women and were illuminating the ground with their weapon lights. Jamila threw a leg kick, which Lara blocked with her shin. Jamila followed up with a left right combination, but Lara blocked it and stepped inside, before performing a Judo leg sweep that dumped Jamila down hard onto her back. Lara stepped back and allowed her opponent to regain her feet. Lara moved more confidently now, feeling like she had the measure of her opponent.
Jamila attacked again, and this time Lara used the black woman’s momentum against her, grabbing Jamila’s arm and turning into her, before throwing the woman over her shoulder. Jamila slammed bodily onto the dirty cavern floor and Lara stepped back again.
“Had enough yet?” Lara asked confidently.
Jamila climbed gamely back to her feet and dusted herself off.
“We’re just getting started!” Jamila snarled.
The ex-soldier suddenly exploded forward, sending a flurry of kicks and punches towards the tomb raider. Lara blocked them all, but was forced to give ground. As she stepped backwards towards the circle of mercenaries, one of them roughly pushed her in the back. Off-balance, Lara stepped straight into a hard right punch that snapped her head backwards. Lara instinctively raised her forearms to protect her face, only for Jamila to duck down and punch her hard in the pussy. Lara doubled over in pain, and straight into Jamila’s ascending knee, which exploded against her face. With blood streaming from her nose, Lara ducked and circled away, careful not to expose her back to the other mercenaries again.
Jamila attacked again, as Lara struggled to clear the fog from her head. A hard leg kick slammed into Lara’s left thigh, staggering her. Lara countered with two left jabs, which Jamila blocked, followed by a straight right that drew blood from the other woman’s nose. Jamila backed away and Lara moved in for the kill. Suddenly, she found herself blinded by one of the mercenaries’ weapon lights, which strobed directly into her eyes. Jamila took advantage of Lara’s blindness by sending another hard leg-kick into Lara’s bruised left thigh.
The two women circled each other, and Lara was limping noticeably now. Jamila feinted with a jab, and kicked Lara’s left leg again. Lara tried to close the distance, but Jamila circled away from her and punished her with another hard leg kick. Lara switched to a southpaw stance, trying to protect her injured leg. Jamila sensed her weakness and lashed out with another leg kick. Lara managed to block it with her right shin, but Jamila used the kick to close the distance and pulled Lara into a Thai clinch. Lara attempted another Judo throw, but Jamila outmuscled her and slammed a hard knee up into Lara’s crotch. Lara tried to double over from the pain, but Jamila held her upright and started hammering punishing knees into Lara’s ribs and stomach.
Lara’s legs finally gave out and she fell to her knees. Jamila ended the fight with a hard knee straight into Lara’s defenceless face, which snapped her head backwards and sent her tumbling sideways into the dirt. Lara tried to crawl away, but Jamila triumphantly stomped her boot down onto Lara’s upper back, forcing her face back down into the dirt. Jamila straddled Lara’s prone body and started raining hard blows into Lara’s defenceless face. She didn’t even bother to punch her downed opponent now. Jamila struck Lara with painful open-handed strikes, intending to humiliate the proud tomb raider with repeated slaps to her face.
Unable to defend herself, Lara curled up into a foetal position, as she was brutalised by the tough black woman straddling her chest. When the rain of blows finally stopped, Jamila spat in Lara’s bruised face and then stood up. She walked over and picked up Lara’s backpack, while two of the other mercenaries moved forward and grabbed hold of Lara’s arms. They dragged her semi-conscious body into the centre of the cavern and then deposited her onto her back. Lara’s face was covered in blood and bruises, and her pristine white bodysuit was filthy with mud and dirt. Jamila dumped Lara’s backpack on the ground and straddled her chest again.
“Can you hear me, Lara?” Jamila asked, and then slapped her again.
Lara grimaced with pain. Her face was bruised and bleeding, and her ribs hurt when she breathed.
“You can either tell me what I want to know, or I can take things to the next level.” Jamila said.
“Go to hell!” Lara hissed through the pain.
“Strip her!” Jamila ordered.
Three of the mercenaries slung their rifles and pinned Lara’s arms and legs to the ground, while a fourth used a pair of medical sheers to cut through the laces of Lara’s combat boots. Lara’s boots and gloves were pulled away from her body and discarded like trash. Lara felt her gun belt and holsters being unbuckled from around her waist and thighs. Next, the sheers went to work on the stained-white neoprene of Lara’s bodysuit, slicing up along each of her legs, up her sides and then along each of her arms. Lara’s ruined bodysuit fell away in two halves, which were roughly yanked from her body. Lara was left wearing just her black bra and panties, but only for a moment, as these too were cut away from her body.
“Tell me what I want to know, and all of this can end.” Jamila told her.
Despite the heat of the geothermal cavern, Lara shivered from the pain she was in, but her fierce pride wouldn’t let her give in. When Lara didn’t answer, Jamila started issuing orders to the mercenaries.
“Natasha, did you see which direction she came in from?” Jamila asked.
The female sniper who’d surprised Lara up on the rocks nodded.
“Find out where she came in and search her vehicle. Take Mio with you.” Jamila ordered.
The blonde-haired sniper and a dark-haired Asian mercenary set off in the direction Lara had come from. Lara tried to sit up, but a hard kick to the chest from one of the mercenaries sent her crashing back down onto her back. Jamila opened Lara’s backpack and emptied the contents out onto the floor. She examined Lara’s satellite navigation unit and supplies, and then rummaged through the other items.
“Someone’s a kinky girl!” Jamila said, holding up a bundle of black cable ties and a thick black nylon dog collar and leash.
Lara carried the cable ties as a convenient means of lashing down loose equipment and making temporary repairs. She found them far more convenient and secure than either duct tape or paracord. She had brought the dog collar along in case she needed to remove any of the huskies from their sled chains.
“Looks like 50 shades of tomb raider to me!” Another mercenary joked, making fun of Lara’s famous nickname.
Jamila walked over to Lara, carrying the cable ties.
“Last chance to just tell me what I want to know!” Jamila said.
Lara remained silent.
“Suit yourself! Hold her!” Jamila said.
The remaining mercenaries pinned down Lara’s arms and legs. In her bruised and battered condition, she wasn’t able to put up much resistance. Jamila wrapped a cable tie around Lara’s upper arm, above her bicep, and pulled it closed – not tight enough to cut off her circulation, but tight enough that it wouldn’t move. Jamila pushed a second cable tie through the loop made by the first. Then she forced Lara’s arm to bend back on itself and closed the second cable tie tightly around Lara’s wrist. The makeshift handcuffs locked Lara’s arm into a permanently bent position. Jamila repeated the procedure with Lara’s other arm and then moved on to her legs.
Jamila wrapped cable ties around each of Lara’s ankles and pulled them shut. Lara was unceremoniously flipped over onto her stomach and her legs were forcibly bent backwards, until her feet were resting against her ass. Lara’s athletic legs were too thick for a single cable tie to wrap around, so Jamila joined two cable ties together. She slid one end of the lengthened cable tie through the cable tie around Lara’s ankle; then she wrapped the other end around Lara’s thigh and secured it in place. She repeated the procedure with Lara’s other leg, so that both of her legs were frogtied into permanently bent positions.
Jamila grabbed onto Lara’s long ponytail and gave it a pull. In order to alleviate the pain caused by her hair being pulled, Lara was forced to waddle along on her knees and elbows. The extreme bondage position had transformed Lara’s long, graceful limbs into four short, stubby legs. Lara had to practically run on her knees and elbows to try and keep up, and her frantic movements made her large breasts swing pendulously beneath her chest.
“Ha, ha, that is hilarious! Did you learn this from your girlfriend?” One of the mercenaries asked.
“Are you kidding? Michelle would never let me do something this degrading to her.” Jamila said, before kneeling down in front of Lara’s naked body. “Only a pissy little bitch would let herself be tied up like this… speaking of which, I think our little bitch is missing something.”
Jamila bent down and clipped the thick black dog collar closed around Lara’s slender neck.
“Perfect! Who’s a good little doggy?” Jamila said.
“Go fuck yourself!” Lara said.
“Bad doggie!” Jamila said, walking around behind her and smacking Lara’s naked backside.
Lara yelped in shock at being spanked. She was a grown woman and it was deeply humiliating for her to be spanked like a naughty child.
“Our little puppy clearly needs some training, but first I think we should name her.” Jamila said.
“How about bitch!” One of the female mercenaries said.
“Slut!” Another said.
“Cunt Raider!” A third added.
Jamila held up her hands. “All worthy names, but I think a fancy, purebred doggy like this needs a fancy name. How about Princess?” Jamila said.
The female mercenaries all grinned and nodded their approval. The demeaning name was an insult to both Lara’s noble title and her tough reputation. Lara hated it.
“Alright, Princess, from now on, each time I say your name, I want you to answer with ‘woof woof’. Got it?” Jamila said.
“Go to hell!” Lara answered through gritted teeth.
“Suit yourself!” Jamila said, spanking Lara’s naked ass again and again.
Lara flinched with each stinging blow but tried to remain silent, determined not to give her tormentor the satisfaction of hearing her scream.
“I’m going to keep going until I hear you say ‘woof woof’.” Jamila said, continuing her abuse of Lara’s naked backside.
Lara’s heart-shaped ass turned progressively redder with each hard smack she received. By the tenth smack, Lara started grunting with pain at each strike. By the twentieth smack, Jamila had turned Lara’s sexy ass bright red, and Lara’s grunts grew louder. By the thirtieth smack, Lara’s ass felt like it was on fire and her resolve began to crumble.
“Please stop!” Lara pleaded, her eyes misting with tears.
“You know what you need to do.” Jamila said, sending another hard slap exploding against Lara’s bright red backside.
Jamila smacked her two more times before Lara finally gave in and cried out in desperation, “Woof woof!”
Jamila smiled triumphantly. “I’m sorry, I didn’t quite hear that. What did you say, Princess?” Jamila asked.
When Lara hesitated, Jamila gave her ass another painful slap.
“Woof woof!” Lara said quickly, unable to withstand any more abuse.
“Shall we go for a walk, Princess?” Jamila teased.
“Woof woof!” Lara said, blushing as she responded to her demeaning pet name.
Jamila pulled on Lara’s leash and led her around on all fours. Lara was forced to waddle forward ungracefully on her knees and elbow, with her naked breasts dangling down beneath her chest.
“I though Lara Croft was supposed to be badass?” One of the mercenaries said. “Who would have known she’d turn out to be such a pathetic little bitch?”
Lara blushed with shame at how far she had fallen, and her cheeks reddened to match the bright red colour of her ass.
“Let’s try some tricks!” Jamila said. “Princess, roll over!”
“Woof woof!” Lara said and rolled over onto her back.
“Princess, stand!” Jamila said.
“Woof woof!” Lara said, and then rolled back over onto all fours.
Her back was now smeared with dirt from the dusty cavern floor, making her appear even more animalistic.
“Princess, beg!” Jamila said.
“Woof woof!” Lara said, and then struggled up to her knees.
“Good puppy!” Jamila said, patting Lara’s head like she was a pet dog.
“Can we have a go too?” Asked one of the other mercenaries, a young-looking brunette aged in her early 20s.
Jamila nodded. The other mercenaries took it in turns walking Lara around the cavern, making her roll over and perform tricks for their amusement. They even made her play fetch, throwing a rolled up sock from Lara’s backpack and making her crawl over and fetch it, before depositing it at the thrower’s feet, so that they could play again. By the end of this degrading treatment, Lara’s naked body with streaked with dirt and sweat – a far cry from the proud and beautiful tomb raider who had first entered the caves.
“What the fuck is this?” The blonde mercenary sniper, Natasha, asked as she returned to find Lara naked and being walked on the end of a dog leash.
“Natasha, say hello to Princess!” Jamila said.
“Woof woof!” Lara answered automatically.
Natasha and the other mercenaries started laughing hysterically, which caused Lara to redden and feel even more humiliated.
“Did you find anything useful in her vehicle?” Jamila asked, once their laughter finally subsided.
“She didn’t have a vehicle. It was a dog sled, but all I found were some supplies and camping gear, and a lot of dog food.” Natasha answered.
Jamila frowned, clearly hoping to find a map or other helpful clues in Lara’s vehicle. Unfortunately for her, the only map to the artefact was back at Croft Manor and in Lara’s head. Jamila knelt down at Lara’s face and cupped her bruised chin.
“Are you ready to tell me where the Idol is?” Jamila asked.
“Woof woof!” Lara said slowly, this time with a look of defiance in her eyes.
“Start a fire. We’ll camp here for the night. It’ll give us more time to convince little Princess here to start playing ball.” Jamila said.
Several of the mercenaries wandered off and returned with wood to construct a fire. Lara was kept busy, walking in circles around the dirty cave floor until her knees and elbows were bruised and sore. She felt completely exhausted. She tried to stay away, but when the fire started, she found herself drifting off to sleep. She awoke an hour later, to find the mercenaries all sitting around the fire, laughing and joking.
“She’s awake!” One of them said.
Jamila walked over and placed a water-filled dog bowl in front of her.
“You must be thirsty.” Jamila said.
One of the mercenaries must have returned to her sled and fetched one of the dog bowls. Lara was loath to give Jamila the satisfaction of seeing her drink from a dog bowl, but she knew that she needed to stay hydrated in the hot geothermal caves. Reluctantly, she crawled forward on all fours and started lapping water from the bowl.
“Good Princess!” Jamila said, stroking her hair. “You know, you’re so cute that I’m tempted to forget all about the Idol of Amarok and just take you home with me as a pet!”
Lara kept drinking the refreshing water and then looked around the cave. Her mood worsened when she saw that the female mercenaries had looted her possessions. One of the mercenaries had claimed her expensive cashmere-lined winter coat; another was holding her night vision goggles and satellite navigation unit, and a third was wearing her G-Shock wrist watch; but the sight that most angered her was seeing her prized Heckler and Koch USP pistols strapped to the thighs of Jamila and Natasha. They must have removed the thigh holsters from her discarded belt and attached them to their own belts. Jamila saw the angry expression on Lara’s face and grinned.
“I’ll say this for you, Croft: you’ve got some nice stuff! Now, how about you tell me where the Idol is, and then I’ll promise to let you go once I have it?” Jamila suggested.
“If you’re so smart, why don’t you just find it for yourself?” Lara replied petulantly.
Jamila shook her head. “Too stubborn for your own good.” Jamila said, yanking on Lara’s leash.
Lara was led away from the fire, crawling forward on all fours.
“Hold her!” Jamila ordered, and two female mercenaries moved to either side of Lara and held her in place.
Jamila walked over to Lara’s supplies and returned with bunch of curved yellow bananas. Each banana was about 8 inches long and 1.5 inches wide at the thickest point. Jamila spat in her hand and then rubbed her saliva all over the first banana, making it slippery and wet. Lara’s eyes widened in horror as she felt the tip of the first banana pressing against her pussy.
“No! Stop!” Lara shouted, as she felt the long yellow fruit stretching open her pussy lips and sliding inside her.
But Jamila didn’t stop. She slid the banana all the way inside Lara’s tight pussy, until only the long stem at the end was sticking out of her hole. Lara shifted uncomfortably on her knees, as she felt the front tip of the banana pressing against her cervix. Jamila dribbled saliva down onto the second banana and then pressed the tip against Lara tight asshole. Lara tried to move away, but the two female mercenaries held her tightly in place. Lara’s eyes widened in shock, as she felt the tip of the banana penetrate her tight anus. She moaned pitifully, as her asshole stretch slowly open around the slippery yellow skin of the banana, allowing it to slide deeper inside her rectum. Lara shivered as the fruit was pushed all the way inside her, before it disappeared completely inside her sphincter.
“Ready to tell me where the Idol is?” Jamila asked.
Lara took a shuddering breath, but shook her head defiantly. Jamila picked up another banana and began coating it in her saliva.
“No!” Lara exclaimed, her eyes widening in disbelief as she felt Jamila pressing the banana against her anus.
“Oh fuck!” Lara cried, as Jamila slid a second whole banana inside her anal passage, alongside the first.
Jamila didn’t stop pushing until the second banana had completely disappeared inside Lara’s anus, stem and all. Lara was starting to feel uncomfortably full, but Jamila wasn’t finished. Lara bucked between the two female mercenaries holding her, as Jamila slid a third slippery banana inside her asshole. Lara groaned as the large banana slid against the two bananas already inside her. The three pieces of fruit pressed outwards against the soft walls of Lara’s rectum, causing her flat lower stomach to bulge outwards slightly. Lara squeezed her eyes shut and started breathing like a woman undergoing labour, as Jamila crammed a fourth banana inside her asshole.
Lara felt like she was giving birth in reverse, as yet another thick banana was pushed deep inside her bowels. The bulge in Lara’s stomach grew more pronounced, and the long thick outline of two of the bananas became visible pressing outwards through her lower abdomen. Not satisfied, Jamila picked up the last banana and spat saliva down into it.
“No more!” Lara pleaded to no avail, as Jamila pressed the tip of the banana inside Lara’s pussy, just above the stem of the banana already inside.
Lara grimaced in pain, as her pussy lips were forced to stretch open around the second banana. It felt like her pussy was being fucked by two penises at the same time, which was probably a fair analogy of what was occurring. Lara’s straining pussy lips stretched open wider, expanding to accommodate a second intruder. She shivered, as the rubbery yellow banana slid against the banana already inside her. When Jamila was finished, there were two dark banana stems protruding from Lara’s once-tight pussy, and another four bananas were stuffed inside her packed asshole. Lara’s looked down and groaned, when she saw that her formerly flat stomach was now bulging outwards almost 2 inches, making her appear several months pregnant.
“Isn’t that cute? Princess looks like she’s having puppies!” Jamila said, and the other mercenaries laughed at her joke.
When Lara didn’t respond, Jamila smacked her open hand against Lara’s bare backside. The blow made the firm flesh of Lara’s heart-shaped ass ripple and left a red mark on her flawless skin.
“I said, ‘Princess’ looks like she’s having puppies.” Jamila repeated, emphasising Lara’s pet name.
“Woof woof.” Lara answered through gritted teeth.
“Much better!” Jamila said happily.
Jamila pulled on Lara’s leash and walked her on all fours around the camp fire, so that the other women could get a better look at her stuffed holes and distended belly. Lara felt herself reddening with humiliation, as she was led around like an animal. Forced to waddle forward on her knees and elbows, her uncomfortably stuffed pussy and asshole made her movements even less graceful. Her painfully swollen belly looked completely out of place compared to the rest of her athletic and sexually perfect body. With her large breasts bouncing up and down beneath her as she crawled along, and her pregnant-looking belly, Lara felt like an obscene parody of a fertility goddess.
“Princess, roll over!” Jamila ordered.
“Woof woof.” Lara said wearily, and then rolled over onto her back.
“Time to have some fun, girls!” Jamila announced and started to undress.
To Lara’s dismay, she saw the other mercenaries were all removing their clothes as well. Despite the abject humiliation of her current situation, Lara couldn’t help but be curious to see what they would do to her. Lara had been raped several times in her tomb raiding career, and her gangbang with the African tribe guarding the Idol of Hathor was not something she would soon forget; but she’d never been raped by a woman before, much less gangbanged by a whole group of them. Despite her efforts to stay calm, she could feel herself growing excited by the prospect of a new sexual experience.
With Lara lying helplessly on her back like a turtle, Jamila straddled Lara’s chest, facing away from her, and then lowered her ass down onto Lara’s face.
“Come-on Princess! Be a good puppy and lick your owner’s pussy!” Jamila said.
Lara stubbornly kept her mouth shut, as Jamila pressed her dark shaved pussy against Lara’s lips. The position caused Jamila’s large bubble butt to press downwards against Lara’s face. Lara found herself staring straight at the brown star of Jamila’s anus, while her nose was buried deep in the black woman’s sweaty buttock cleavage. Like herself, Jamila and her mercenary team had not showered in several days, and the smell of her unwashed body was quite atrocious.
“Come-on Princess!” Jamila repeated.
When Lara still refused to give in, Jamila grew frustrated.
“You just don’t learn, do you bitch!” Jamila said angrily.
Jamila reached down and started abusing Lara’s defenceless breasts. She gave each large breast a hard slap, which caused them to jiggle up and down like jelly against Lara’s chest. Then she grabbed hold of them and squeezed. Lara yelped and thrashed beneath her, as Jamila dug her fingers into the soft, sensitive flesh of Lara’s perfect breasts. When she finally released her grip, Lara’s sexy breasts were marred with fresh red marks, where Jamila’s hard fingernails had cut into her soft skin.
“Had enough?” Jamila taunted.
She didn’t wait for a reply, and immediately turned her attention to Lara’s stuffed pussy. Jamila raised her open-hand and brought it down hard against Lara’s clit. Lara bucked against the impact, but bound as she was, she could do nothing to stop it. Jamila slapped her pussy again and again. Each powerful slap sent the blood rushing into Lara’s sensitive clitoris. At the same time, Jamila’s fingers bounced against the ends of the bananas stuffing Lara’s pussy, driving them against her cervix. The blows hurt, but Lara felt pleasure starting to mix inexplicably with the pain. Distracted, Lara unconsciously opened her mouth and started licking the pussy pressing down against her face.
“Mmmmm, that’s a good little bitch!” Jamila said, slowly grinding her pussy down onto Lara’s beautiful, bruised face.
“Look at her pussy!” Natasha said, pointing to between Lara’s legs.
They all saw it: the unmistakable sheen of wetness reflected by the firelight.
“I think our little Princess is a bit of pain slut!” Jamila said, grinning.
Lara was grateful that her face was hidden by Jamila large round ass, so that no one could see how embarrassed she was. Lara tried to distract herself from her humiliating situation by turning her attention to Jamila’s clit. Lara’s talented tongue licked up and down Jamila’s dark slit and clit, bathing them in her saliva. Jamila bit her lower lip and started to get a faraway look in her eyes. Natasha, the blonde sniper, knelt down between Lara’s bound thighs and slapped her hand against Lara’s crotch. Lara bucked beneath Jamila and tried to squeeze her legs shut, but two of the other mercenaries moved forward and forced her frogtied legs apart. With her legs splayed wide, Lara could only wriggle and writhe, as Natasha began rapidly slapping her crotch.
The blows were rapid and sharp, like someone knocking on a door. The dark, dusty cavern was filled with the sound of clapping, as Natasha’s hand slapped repeatedly against Lara’s sensitive clit.
“Look at her! She’s ready to pop!” One of the mercenaries said.
“Come-on, Princess! Cum for us!” Another mercenary shouted.
“Cum! Cum! Cum! Cum!” The female mercenaries started chanting, over and over again.
Lara tried to hold out, but it was useless: the stimulation was just too much for her tired and battered body to withstand. Lara cried out as she came, muffling her wanton moans by burying her face deeper between Jamila’s buttocks. Lara’s whole body quaked and her wet pussy juices trickled freely down her thighs. The mercenaries all cheered, adding to Lara’s humiliation. She felt like a circus animal performing in front of an audience.
“There she blows!” A female mercenary giggled.
“What a slut!” Another commented.
Just when Lara thought things couldn’t get any worse, Jamila orgasmed. Lara tasted the black woman’s juices filling her mouth and coating her tongue. When she stood up, a new mercenary knelt down on either side of Lara’s head and pressed her pussy down onto Lara’s face. A painful squeeze of her sensitive breasts convinced Lara to resume licking. Meanwhile, the other mercenaries started a free-for-all on Lara’s helpless body. One of the mercenaries took Natasha’s place and started lightly slapping Lara’s clit. At the same time, a second mercenary grabbed the ends of the two banana’s sticking out of Lara’s pussy and started alternately pistoning them in and out of her stretched hole.
Lara gave up any pretence of toughness now, and was openly grunting and moaning. She felt her breasts being squeezed and mashed together, and her nipples being pinched and pulled. The sensory overload forced a second orgasm from her filthy, exhausted body. The woman she was licking came, drenching Lara’s bruised face in her pussy juices. Then another woman took her place and sat down on Lara’s mouth.
“Mmmm, you eat my pussy so good!” The young dark-haired Asian mercenary, Mio, cooed as she slid her crotch up and down Lara’s face.
“I’m going to tell everyone I know what a horny little pain slut you are!” Mio teased.
Lara’s face reddened at the thought of the wider world learning about this shameful defeat. Her many enemies would be only too happy to spread the news of Lara’s humiliation, in the hope of tarnishing her carefully cultivated reputation. And Lara didn’t even want to think about what egregious articles the gossip magazines and tabloids would publish. They loved watching famous and high born celebrities like herself get torn down a peg.
The Asian mercenary squatted down low, sitting down fully on Lara’s face. All Lara could smell was the sweaty, musky scent of the other woman’s ass. It was so demeaning, having these women sitting on her face while she serviced them sexually. It was even more humiliating that they had forced her to orgasm twice while doing so. Lara twirled her tongue in small, wet circles around the other woman’s clit, eliciting a moan of pleasure from the younger woman’s lips. The sensual and gentle way that Lara was pleasuring the female mercenary was in stark contrast to the rough way her own body was being treated by them.
The mercenaries took turns riding Lara’s face, while their friends slapped and squeezed her body. When they were finished, Lara’s beautiful face was drenched in their pungent pussy juices, and her body was covered in bright red marks from their endless physical abuse.
“What’s next?” One of the mercenaries asked, now that each of them had enjoyed a turn riding Lara’s mouth.
“I’ve always wanted to try anal fisting.” Jamila said, which caused Lara’s eyes to widen in horror. “I want to see if I can get elbow deep inside this bitch!” She added, clenching her right fist and sliding her forearm through the fingers of her left hand for emphasis.
“Stop! I’ll tell you what you want to know. Just… stop! No more!” Lara said hurriedly.
Jamila smiled triumphantly. “So, the great Lara Croft has finally had enough!” Jamila gloated.
“I’ll tell you what you want. Just let me go.” Lara said.
“Oh no, you take us to the Idol first! When I have the Idol of Amarok safely in my hands, then I’ll cut you loose, but not before!” Jamila said.
“But… there are booby-traps along the way. I need to use my hands to disarm them.” Lara argued.
“My team are the best in the business! You tell us where the traps are and we’ll do the rest.” Jamila said.
“Please…” Lara started to plead, until Jamila cut her off.
“No! If you had just told us at the start, then maybe I’d accept your word; but now, you can stay like that until you’ve led us to the Idol!” Jamila insisted.
“Well, can you at least take the bananas out?” Lara asked testily.
“The ones in your pussy stay, but you can shit out the ones in your ass if you like.” Jamila said.
“Could I at least have some privacy?” Lara asked self-consciously.
“So you can try and wander off? Not a chance! Now, either get shitting or get moving!” Jamila said.
Lara felt like crying at the indignity of the situation. The only thing that could make shitting in the dirt like an animal more obscene was being forced to do it in front of half a dozen strangers. Her mind wandered back to her luxurious private ensuite at Croft Manor, complete with marble floors and a pristine white toilet. Then she looked around the dirty floor of the cavern, and realised how far she had fallen.
Lara rolled onto her knees and elbows and then crawled backwards so that her long ponytail wouldn’t be anywhere near her ass. She couldn’t stand the thought of having to crawl around with shit stuck to her hair. Lara tried to ignore the amused stares of the women surrounding her, as she leaned back onto her haunches and clenched her anal muscles. A moment later, the stem end of one of the bananas inside her ass poked out through her puckered anus. Lara grunted, as her asshole stretched open wider, and another inch of yellow banana emerged. She pushed more than half of the 8 inch banana out of her tight asshole, before the rest slid quickly out and plopped out onto the ground.
“Ewwww!” One of the mercenaries said.
The other mercenaries laughed and echoed her disgust. The rubbery yellow banana had come out streaked with brown shit. Lara reddened with embarrassment, but tried her best to ignore them and focus on shitting out the remaining bananas. She clenched her muscles and another brown streaked banana slowly slid from her puckered asshole and plopped out onto the ground. Despite her humiliation, Lara was already feeling better. Her distended belly was looking less swollen, and the uncomfortable fullness in her bowels had lessened. Lara clenched her muscles and grunted, but the third banana refused to budge.
“Come-on Princess! You can do it!” One of the mercenaries shouted.
They all started cheering for her, like some sick, perverted parody of a sporting event. Lara grimaced and bore down with all her strength. She screamed like a woman in childbirth, as her asshole slowly expanded open around the third banana and squeezed it out onto the floor.
“Just one more to go!” One of the mercenaries said excitedly.
Lara clenched her muscles and bore down again. Her face reddened and she screamed again, as she pushed the final banana out of her tight asshole. As the brown streaked banana plopped out onto the floor, Lara breathed a sigh of relief. The female mercenaries clapped and cheered, and petted her head like she was a pet, but Lara was too exhausted to object. Lara was grateful when Jamila led her away from the stinking pile of shit-stained bananas, back over to the campfire. Lara was allowed to drink more water from her dog bowl, while the mercenaries dressed and gathered their belongings. When they were done, they extinguished the camp fire and then Jamila asked her, “which way?”
“That way.” Lara answered, gesturing the direction with her head.
“I still want to hear you say woof woof before you speak. Is that understood?” Jamila said.
“You can’t be serious?” Lara said incredulously.
“I’m perfectly serious! Now, which way, Princess?” Jamila prompted smugly.
Lara rolled her eyes. “Woof woof! That way!” she answered testily.
“Well, get moving!” Jamila said, slapping Lara’s naked ass and tugging on her leash.
Lara gritted her teeth and started crawling on all fours towards where the Idol of Amarok was hidden. Lara usually loved tomb raiding, but this adventure was turning into a very bitter experience for her. Her usual joy at the prospect of discovering hidden treasure was tainted by the knowledge that whatever she found would immediately be claimed by these greedy and ruthless mercenaries; and the sense of freedom she usually felt while exploring ancient tombs was ruined by the fact that she was bound and hobbled in the most humiliating fashion possible. And speaking of humiliation…
“Woof woof, there’s a trip wire 10 metres ahead.” Lara said.
The fact that she had to woof like a dog each time she spoke added to the unbearable humiliation she felt at being forced to crawl around naked at the end of a leash. Two of the mercenaries crept forward and examined the trip wire, noticing that it was connect to a series of spikes. After disarming the trap, they moved on.
“You know, this bitch is actually pretty good.” Natasha said grudgingly.
“Yeah! The trip wire was pretty easy to spot, but that pressure plate was damn near invisible!” Another added.
Despite her humiliating situation, crawling around naked on the end of Jamila’s leash, Lara felt a twinge of pride at their grudging compliments. It was slow going for the team, as they could only move as fast as Lara could crawl. Lara’s knees and elbows were covered in painful bruises, and her naked body was streaked with dirt and sweat. On several occasions, the women had to lift Lara up onto ledges or over obstacles, but after over an hour of walking – or in Lara’s case crawling – through the labyrinthine caves and tunnels, they finally reached their destination.
“I don’t see anything!” Jamila said.
“The boulder in front of us is a door. See the marks on the ground where it scraped the rock as it opened.” Lara answered.
Jamila was so excited that she forgot to tell Lara off for not saying “woof woof.”
“So, how do we open it?” Jamila asked.
“It’s hinged in the middle. Try pushing on the left side.” Lara instructed.
Three of the mercenaries slung their weapons and pressed their weight against the stone, but it refused to budge.
“Try the right side instead.” Lara said.
At first, the stone didn’t move, but then it slowly swung inwards, creating a gap wide enough for them to enter. Through the doorway was a narrow tunnel that led out into a wide, roughly spherical chamber. Beams of white light were streaming into the chamber through several fissures in the roof, refracting through the ice on the hill above. And at the centre of the chamber, sitting on a raised stone dais, was the gleaming Idol of Amarok, the ancient Eskimo Wolf God.
It looked like a scene from Raiders Of The Lost Ark. The gleaming, solid gold Idol was a half-scale bust of a snarling wolf’s head, with large red garnets set into the eye sockets. Just in terms of pure weight, the artefact probably had close to a million dollars’ worth of gold in it; but to a collector, the Idol’s historical significance made it worth 10 times that amount.
“Any more booby traps?” Jamila asked.
Lara shook her head. Jamila strode up to the dais and confidently claimed the idol. She grunted as she picked it up.
“It’s heavier than it looks!” Jamila commented.
The Idol probably weighed more than 25 pounds, and the large garnets that comprised its eyes were at least 30 carats each. Lara gritted her teeth in frustration at the happy look on the black woman’s face. These idiots would never have found the Idol without her help, and now they were stealing her glory! Jamila passed the Idol around to her companions, so that they could all get a good look at it. None of them noticed the subtle red glow of the eyes, which started the moment the Idol was lifted from its resting place.
Meanwhile, back at the entrance to the caves, Lara’s 12 sled dogs started to howl and shake, as a soft red glow enveloped their furry bodies. The dogs barked and howled, as their bodies swelled and mutated. Their shoulders grew broader and their ribcages expanded; their bones lengthened and thickened and their bodies swelled with newly formed muscles; their giant jaws grew large enough to crush a man’s skull whole; and their powerful paws lengthened into oversized fur-covered talons. The largest of the mutated werewolves, the alpha, surged upright and tore free from the chains binding it to the sled. Its fellow pack mates soon followed suit, tearing at their chains and ripping apart their restraints.
The werewolves howled, filled with a great hunger, and turned on the sled, tearing it apart and feasting upon the remaining dog food inside. After they had temporarily sated their hunger, the werewolves gathered around their pack leader. Each of the mutated werewolves stood well over 7 feet tall and 3 feet wide and was sheathed in thick slabs of fur-coated muscles. They all felt it, a strange compulsion to venture deeper into the caves. The alpha howled, and a dozen werewolves sprinted away into the darkness.
Each of the werewolves was the size of a black bear, but moved with the speed of a cheetah. Nothing that big should have been able to move that fast. Yet, they tirelessly bound down the corridors and across the caverns, taking mere minutes to cover the same ground that taken over an hour for mercenaries and their captive. Back in the chamber, Lara heard the distant howls and shivered.
“Can you let me go now?” Lara asked suddenly.
“I suppose a deal is a deal!” Jamila said grudgingly.
She walked forward and flicked open her pocket knife, ready to cut through the cable ties, but then she stopped and listened. Lara heard it too – distant footsteps and they were getting closer.
“Weapons up!” Jamila said.
The mercenaries shouldered their semi-automatic rifles, pointing their weapon lights down the tunnel that led into the chamber. For almost a minute, nothing happened.
“Maybe it was just…” Miyo started to say, when the first werewolf burst from the dark tunnel.
The 6 mercenaries opened fire, but their 5.56mm FMJ rounds barely even slowed the beast down. There is a common misconception that AR15s are a high-powered rifle; in reality, the 5.56mm projectiles it fires cannot reliably kill larger game, which is why their use is banned for deer hunting. Against something the size of a bear, only a critical hit would bring it down. It took dozens of rounds to finally kill the first charging beast. The women reloaded as more werewolves flooded into the chamber.
To their credit, the female mercenaries stayed disciplined, pouring accurate rapid fire into the charging werewolves, as they retreated towards the back of the chamber. They managed to bring down another two of the huge beasts before they were overrun. Each of the women was leapt upon and hurled to the ground. Meanwhile, Lara had her own problems: Lara watched helplessly as the largest of the werewolves, the huge alpha, stalked towards her. To be so close to a ferocious bloodthirsty predator, but be unable to fight or even run, was truly terrifying. Despite her tremendous courage, Lara felt an unaccustomed shiver of fear run down her spine.
Lara did her best to remain still and avoid making eye contact. Many predators hunted via movement, and making eye contact was often a sign of challenge and aggression in the wild. Keeping her head low, she watched helplessly, as the creature circled around her frogtied body. It sniffed at her skin, and seemed particularly interested in the scent of the pussy juices coating her crotch and thighs.
“Get off me!” Jamila screamed from underneath one of the huge werewolves.
The black mercenary managed to draw her pistol – the Heckler and Koch USP Pistol that she had looted from Lara – and fired it into the werewolf’s chest. The 9mm handgun round lacked the energy to penetrate the creature’s massively muscled ribcage. It snarled and knocked the handgun out of Jamila’s hand, before tearing at her body with its enormous talons. Jamila screamed in horror, as did the other women in the chamber. The situation was hopeless, and Lara felt certain that they were all about to be savagely devoured.
Lara stoically closed her eyes and bared her neck, hoping that the first bite from the werewolf would be fatal, thereby sparing her from any unnecessary suffering. She took several deep breaths and waited, but to her surprise, nothing happened. Lara slowly opened her eyes and watched incredulously as the werewolves in the chamber stripped the female mercenaries of their clothing and equipment. Razor sharp claws sliced through tactical vests, equipment belts, weapon slings and clothing like they were made of paper; but while their clothing was torn to shreds and their equipment was flung across the chamber, the werewolves seemed to take great care not to injure their prey.
The werewolves could have killed them all in a matter of seconds. Their great jaws could have ripped out their throats or crushed their skulls, and their oversized claws could have disembowelled them with a single swipe. Instead, aside from a few light scratches, the women were completely unharmed. Of course, now they were also completely naked as well. Jamila and the other mercenaries screamed and tried ineffectually to push and punch at the oversized predators on top of them. The werewolves ignored them and flipped them over onto their stomachs. It was only when a few of the women tried to crawl away or kick out that the werewolves responded to their misbehaviour.
Each of the women yelped as they received nipping bites to their exposed buttocks or shoulders. They were not hard enough to break the skin, but they were hard enough to hurt and act as a warning. Several of the tough female mercenaries started to sob. Lara felt the hot, stinking breath of the alpha werewolf against her naked back. She risked looking over her shoulder, and then wished that she hadn’t: hanging down between the beast’s hairy legs was an enormous canine cock – bright red in colour, 2 inches thick and a whopping 12 inches long.
Despite her earlier calmness, Lara panicked and tried to crawl away. The werewolf growled its displeasure and gave her a warning bite on the buttocks. Lara shivered helplessly, as she felt the beast lean forward to mount her. Its enormous forearms slammed down on either side of her hourglass waist, locking her body in place. She looked around the room and saw the other women were also being similarly mounted. The women screamed as enormous red canine cocks pressed inwards against their pussies.
The bestial cocks were already slick with slippery pre-cum, which eased their passage. The women screamed and swore and cried and begged for it to stop, as the thick cocks stretched open their pussies and thrust inside. Lara was by no means a virgin herself, but she had never taken anything close to this size. Even the largest of the African tribesmen she had gangbanged after stealing the Idol of Hathor had not been this large. As the werewolves sunk their swollen cocks into the helpless women, Lara felt the alpha’s cock pressing against her own pussy.
The werewolf thrust forward, but its thick cock glanced upwards off her pussy. The werewolf growled in frustration and thrust forward again, only for its cock to glance away. Lara realised that the two bananas still stuffed inside her pussy were blocking its entry. Lara breathed a sigh of relief as a third thrust at her pussy was also deflected; but her relief was short lived. The werewolf repositioned itself higher and thrust forward again, and this time its thick cock slid in between Lara’s gorgeous round butt cheeks.
“Oh no!” Lara whispered, as she realised what was about to happen.
A moment later, she grimaced in pain as the enormous red cock pressed inwards against her asshole.
“Oh fuck!” Lara screamed, as her tortured sphincter bulged inwards around the huge invader.
She tried to clench her asshole shut, but the huge werewolf would not be denied. In humped forward, and bit by bit, Lara’s stretched asshole expanded wider to accommodate it. Lara grunted loudly, when the blunt head finally rammed its way inside her ass. She tried to catch her breath, but the werewolf didn’t give her a chance. The huge mutant beast humped forward, pushing over 6 inches of its thick cock inside her ass. It pulled back and rammed forward again, this time burying all 12 inches inside her.
Lara sobbed pitifully, as her stretched asshole was brutally impaled by 12 inches of thick canine cock. She had never felt anything this deep inside her rectum before. She could feel the warm, thick cock rubbing against the sensitive lining of her bowels; it felt so wrong! The werewolf, now having successfully mounted its chosen mate, began rapidly humping its huge cock in and out of her asshole. Around the chamber, the other werewolves did the same, stretching the female mercenaries’ pussies to breaking point.
Lara’s entire body rocked forward with each powerful thrust. Her large breasts bounced up and down beneath her chest, and the tight flesh of her buttocks and thighs rippled with every fleshy impact. Lara could feel her once-tight asshole growing looser and looser with each powerful thrust. At first, her sphincter hugged the thick red cock, bulging inwards when it thrust inside of her and distending outwards as it withdrew. But within the space of a couple of minutes, her asshole gave up any semblance of resistance and simply gaped open like a wide black hole. It was at that moment, when Lara thought their situation couldn’t get any worse, that it did. Up until that point, 7 werewolves had mated themselves with the 7 available women; but 9 werewolves had survived the gunfight, and the remaining 2 wanted to mate as well.
One of the remaining werewolves approached Lara from the front, while the other one stalked towards Natasha, the blonde sniper. The alpha werewolf fucking her from behind growled, asserting its dominance, but didn’t interfere. It was apparently happy for its pack mate to enjoy itself, as long as it didn’t interfere with the alpha’s own fun. The werewolf looked down at Lara with uncanny feral intelligence, and pressed its swollen cock against her face. She tried to turn her face away from it, but a hard bite on the shoulder convinced her that this might not be a bright idea.
Reluctantly, Lara opened her mouth and started licking the werewolf’s thick cock. The taste and smell were revolting – even worse than having the sweaty female mercenaries sitting on her face – but Lara forced herself to pleasure the beast. Lara would do whatever it took to survive, including fucking an animal, if that’s what it took. Lara looked across at Natasha, and saw the tough blonde being brutally spit-roasted between two of the werewolves. Natasha sobbed pitifully, as her pussy was brutally and repeatedly impaled from behind, but the sounds of her misery were muffled by the thick cock stretched open her lips and sliding down her throat.
Lara watched Natasha’s delicate throat distending outwards around the thick cock invading it. Then their eyes met, and Lara saw a look of madness in the other woman’s eyes, as her sanity finally broke. Lara had no more time to pity her former enemy, as the werewolf in front of her grabbed hold of her chin and pressed its cock against her lips. Now it was Lara’s turn to gag, as she felt 12 inches of thick red wolf cock sliding into her mouth and down her throat. Lara tried to scream, but the noise was muffled, as her throat distended open around the cock invading it. Lara’s delicate throat bulged outwards around the cock, which was now buried balls-deep inside her gaping mouth.
Lara’s face reddened as she struggled to breathe, and tears started streaming down her cheeks. The werewolf in front of her started brutally humping her face, treating her mouth like a second pussy. Its thrusts were so violent that they gave her another bloody nose, as its hairy crotch repeatedly slammed forward into her face. Just when she felt certain that she would suffocate, the werewolf howled and ejaculated. Lara choked, as a flood of warm canine cum jetted straight down her throat. She somehow managed to pull her face away long enough to breath, only to have her entire face coated by thick lines of gooey cum that splashed against her skin and crisscrossed her features, making her look like a disgusting glazed donut.
While this was happening, the werewolf behind her was relentlessly pounding in and out of her gaping asshole like a jackhammer. Lara shuddered to think of how loose her asshole would be after this, should she manage to survive. Her well-used ass had only just regained its former tightness, after being gangbanged by the African tribesman guarding the Idol of Hathor. Now she knew that it would never be the same again. Anyone who fucked her from this day forward would think she was a cheap whore, because of how effortlessly her ass would swallow their cock. She blushed to even think of all of the horrible gossip that would spread about her when word got out.
Lara was brought back to the present when the alpha werewolf howled and started pumping rivers of warm cum into her bowels. Lara shivered, as she felt the powerful jets of cum shooting deep inside her rectum. She could feel it sloshing around inside of her, slowly filling her bowels. Lara looked around and saw that the other werewolves were also starting to ejaculate. Each of them began spurting ludicrous amounts of magically enhanced cum inside their mate’s pussy. The mercenaries moaned pitifully, as one by one, their pussy and wombs were being filled with gooey cum.
At the same time, thick knots were forming near the base of each werewolf’s cock. These knots slid inside of each woman’s violated pussy and then expanded, growing in diameter until they were over 3 inches thick. The knots tied the women and werewolves together, forcing them to remain coupled. Lara was lucky that she managed to pull her mouth away from the werewolf raping it. It continued humping its slimy cock against her face, but its knot was stuck uselessly out in the open. Natasha was not nearly so fortunate. Lara looked across and saw the unfortunate blonde’s cheeks bulging outwards around the thick knot lodged inside her mouth. The knot locked the werewolf in place, meaning that Natasha was stuck with the beast’s disgusting cock in her mouth.
The only bright point was that the bulge in Natasha’s throat had disappeared, and the werewolf’s cock had deflated enough to allow the woman to breathe again – although it might have been more merciful if the mercenary had suffocated instead. Lara could see Natasha’s throat swallowing load after load of disgusting wolf cum, while excess cum overflowed from the woman’s mouth and streamed down her chin. Lara was forced to again focus on her own problems, as she felt the alpha werewolf’s thick knot slip inside her gaping asshole and then expand wider, locking it in place.
Lara felt the alpha werewolf’s warm breath on the back of her neck, as it rested its head on her shoulder. She could feel its warm saliva dripping down onto her skin. The women around her were sobbing now, struggling to come to terms with what had just happened. They had just been raped by monsters that should not have been able to exist, but they did. This couldn’t be happening, was all they could think! This was impossible! And it was about to get worse. The women started to scream in panic, as their fit, athletic bellies slowly began to inflate. Each woman watched in horror as their stomach slowly bulged outwards, hanging lower and lower until they looked heavily pregnant.
“What’s happening? What the fuck is happening?” Jamila screamed in panic, as her courage finally failed.
Lara didn’t know, and the female mercenaries could only sob pathetically, as their formerly athletic bodies were stretched and ruined by the enormous pregnant bellies hanging down beneath them. Lara looked down towards her own stomach with a growing sense of dread, but was surprised to find that nothing had changed. Her flat stomach and tiny waist were as they had always been.
Lara’s intelligent mind immediately discerned the only point of difference between herself and the other women in the chamber. Each of the female mercenaries had been mounted and fucked in the pussy, whereas Lara had been fucked in the ass. Somehow, the werewolves had impregnated the other women, and those accelerated pregnancies were progressing at an alarming rate. The chamber was filled with the sounds of female crying, as the women remained helplessly locked together with their bestial lovers. After about 15 minutes, Lara finally felt the knot inside her asshole begin to shrink.
The werewolf gave a weary tug and finally pulled itself free. In its wake, Lara’s once tight asshole was gaping open a full 2 inches wide and filled completely with cum. Lara looked fearfully at the alpha werewolf, but it ignored her and padded away a few feet before curling into a ball and falling asleep. Lara looked around the chamber and saw the other werewolves were also dismounting from their chosen mates and lying down to sleep. Lara realised that this might be their only chance to escape.
“Please, you have to help us!” Jamila pleaded, cradling her heavily pregnant belly.
“Cut me loose!” Lara whispered.
Jamila searched through the shreds of her clothing and located her folding knife. She waddled over to where Lara lay and cut through the cable ties that were immobilising her arms and legs. Lara rubbed her sore wrists and looked around the room. Despite her anger at how Jamila and the other mercenaries had treated her, Lara would not have wished this fate upon anyone.
“Alright, those things could wakeup at any moment. We need to gather whatever supplies we can and get out of here.” Lara said.
Suddenly, the werewolves in the room started to glow. As Lara watched, they slowly began to shrink in size. Their bodies changed shape and folded in upon themselves until they had been transformed from werewolves into plain old regular wolves. The bodies of the three dead werewolves also changed, but they continued to shrink down in size until all that was left were the corpses of three bullet-ridden huskies. Well, that explains where the werewolves came from, Lara thought. It also meant that she’d need to find another means of transportation away from here. Lara was about to start searching the room for useable equipment, when she saw the same eerie glow envelope the female mercenaries.
“What’s happening?” Jamila asked hysterically.
Before Lara’s shocked eyes, the black woman’s face started to change. Her nose and jaw began to elongate and her ears grew. Her fingers and toes shrank into themselves and her legs started to shorten. Jamila screamed, as her bones started to crack and shift into new shapes. Thick hairs began sprouting all over her body, until it covered her naked black flesh in a soft furry pelt. Jamila fell forward onto her hands and knees, and watched in horror as they mutated into stubby animal paws.
“Help me!” Jamila said, before her face had changed so much that she lost the ability of speech.
In less than a minute, Jamila the tough mercenary was gone, and in her place sat a heavily pregnant black wolf bitch. The wolf that was Jamila gave her a look a sadness that tore at Lara’s soul; but then the look was gone, replaced by feral intelligence. The pregnant wolf growled at her in warning, and then wandered over to curl up with the other wolves that were now her pack mates. Around the room, similar transformations had claimed each of the other female mercenaries. All of them had transformed into dark-furred pregnant wolves. Lara looked over to where Natasha had been and saw a pregnant white wolf resting in her place.
Lara took a few calming breaths and then crept quietly in-between the sleeping wolves, until she reached the Idol of Amarok lay. She slowly bent down and picked up the heavy golden Idol, but as soon as she did, the ears of the closest wolves pricked up and they started to growl and bare their teeth. Lara took a deep breath and carefully placed the Idol of Amarok back onto the stone dais. It galled her to be so close to her prize and to not be able to claim it, but she doubted she’d make it out of this chamber alive if all of the wolves turned on her. As soon as she put the Idol back in its original resting place, the wolves stopped growling, although more of them had awoken and were watching her.
Lara realised that this temporary truce wouldn’t last for long, and decided that now would be a good time to leave. She walked quickly towards the exit, grabbing any useful items that were within reach as she passed. She managed to recover her satellite navigation unit and a flashlight, along with her thick winter coat and one of her Heckler and Koch USP pistols. Lara crammed the loose items into the deep pockets of her winter coat and ran from the chamber. She sprinted through the dark labyrinth of tunnels, worried that at any moment she might hear the padding sound of her canine pursuers.
She ran back out into the large cavern where she had been captured by the mercenaries. She managed to find her combat boots, minus the laces, along with some socks. She also found some discarded cable ties, which she used to secure the boots onto her feet. After 30 minutes of running, Lara reached the cave entrance, which the mercenaries had used to enter the caverns. Lara considered moving on to where she had left her sled, in the hope of finding some clothes and supplies, but the distant howls that echoed through the tunnels behind her told her that her time was almost up.
Lara buttoned-up her long cashmere-lined winter coat, climbed on-board the nearest skidoo and pressed the start button. Lara revved the machine hard and turned it 180 degrees, before accelerating out into fading afternoon light. At least the storm has stopped, Lara thought optimistically. With luck, she should reach civilisation by nightfall. Idly, she wondered what would be harder to explain when she arrived: what had happened to the 12 sled dogs that she had hired for her expedition; or why she was returning covered in dirt and bruises, and wearing nothing but a long white winter coat and a pair of black combat boots.
As she rode, her thoughts returned to the Idol of Amarok. Perhaps she could return in a few weeks’ time with some heavier firepower, she thought. After all, she knew where the Idol of Amarok was now, and it was just sitting there, waiting to be claimed! But then she thought about the cruel fate that had befallen Jamila and the other mercenaries. And she decided that perhaps some ancient things are better left buried.

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