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Author’s comments:
No excuses this time, I hope you enjoy the smut
Chapter 42: Last Week In Peru
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Lara Croft was made to understand that the “freedom” she had gained via brutality will be used against her in the worst possible ways.
In her last week in Peru, she was given full release from captivity.
Gone were the hours of confinement inside the Pleasure Mobile.
Gone were the bondage and toy phalluses that she was forced to wear for hours on end.
Gone were the hours being locked inside a dark cell, awaiting her next humiliation.
For the last week in Peru, Lara Croft was given her freedom, and with that freedom, many choices.
She would learn to hate that freedom, and when she did, surrender herself to the resulting choices.
[Time to departure: 7 days]
The morning she awoke after her “date” with Mark Tremaine, Lara was joined in bed by Xavier.
He was gentle with her. Tender, even.
It wasn’t until after a hearty breakfast, with the two lovers sitting naked at the bedside table, did Xavier finally pass his verdict of “freedom” onto Lara.
Gordo, Fernando, and another guard called Luis collected Lara straight from the breakfast table.
They attached a pole to Lara’s coller, and Lara immediately realized that they intended to escort her out of the room naked.
By then, the drugs in the coffee had already taken affect, robbing Lara of her strength to resist while leaving her barely able to stumble after the men as they dragged her out of the room.
Then, they dragged her through Xavier’s compound, passing by many of Xavier’s soldiers, all of whom had were seeing Senorita Croft in her full splendor for the first time.
Then, they dragged her out of the compound, right up to the front gates separating the villa grounds from the rest of the village, which given the time of day was already bustling with activity, many of which stopped to gawk at Lara’s presence there.
Then, they fucked her.
Gordo, Fernando, and Luis. They removed Lara’s collar, leaving her completely nude, but held her there at the front gates, taking turns pumping into her holes as she weakly batted her limp arms against their thrusting bodies.
Xavier watched from the top of the stone stairs to the front doors of his compound.
It wasn’t long before a crowd of males had gathered on the other side of the gates.
They watched, as Senorita Croft was defiled, her softly dazed moans proof of her arousal.
They reacted, as Senorita Croft’s holes were left leaking with cum, with gleeful vocalizations.
They then parted, as Senorita Croft’s three male lovers opened the swinging doors and “freed” the senorita, leading her over to the villager’s side of the gates.
Xavier joined her there, a leather whip in hand.
He forced marched Lara through the village, his whip nipping at her thighs and calves to drive her forward.
The Senorita didn’t fight back, perhaps realizing her own weakness, and allowed her shepherd to guide her on a tour of the village, in full view of all.
They made three full circuits of the village before Xavier led them back to the front gate, where he and his guards reentered the compound, leaving just a nude and bewildered Lara shivering outside the gates.
Lara wasn’t immediately raped.
The villagers didn’t rush her.
They allowed her to gather herself, watched as she made weak attempts to reenter the now closed gates to Xavier’s compound.
They let her come to realize that reentry was a lost cause, and to reevaluate her options.
They let her make meek, wordless overtures for someone to spare her a bit of clothing and offered only silent refusal.
All the while, they surrounded her, their distance to her uncomfortably close.
When Lara summoned the courage to try pushing through the crowd that encircled her, she was surprised to find that they allowed her passage, letting her through their ranks with little resistance.
Not so surprising was the stray hands and fingers that quested against her body as she breached through the other side of the crowd.
She tried to run, but the drugs made her body weak, so she walked.
If she walked in certain directions, the instances of being casually molested rose, but if she walked in other directions, the men merely followed her.
In this way, Lara wandered the village naked.
Business did not halt for the village as she did this.
Her nude body drew consistent attention, but despite that, most of the villagers acted as if the sight of a naked woman wandering through their streets was completely normal.
Lara did not know that she was not the first female to have been placed in this situation.
At first, she tried to seek shelter, and failing that, a place to hide.
But she could only walk, so inevitably she was followed.
Two village men, perhaps bolder than the others, cornered her around a large crate.
Lara tried to speak their language to them, but they worked around her resisting arms and groped her body.
They didn’t strongarm her, but neither did they relent, making it clear that she wasn’t going to get away without giving them what she wants.
Lara struggled for several minutes before abruptly giving up, her arms going limp, tears streaming from her eyes as she let herself be guided to brace her arms against the crate, hands grabbing her waist as a phallus worked its way into her pussy.
They didn’t last long, the two villagers, the second one choosing to give his attention to Lara’s rear passage. When that man finished, Lara was ushered out from behind the crate to resume her wandering.
Lara wasn’t immediately raped again.
No third or fourth villager claimed her from the first two.
After the second time that she was cornered and pressured into unwilling sex, Lara finally learned that if she didn’t try to hide, she would only suffer the occasional groping of villagers brushing up against her.
If she sought shelter, she would be stopped and groped until she let them fuck her.
That was not a happy realization for Lara, as she was either walking around naked and cum besotted, gathering more and more attention, or she would find herself stopped for trying to hide out of sight, only to be compelled to let herself be fucked.
Perhaps many if not most of the hundreds of villagers took pity on Lara, as many of them seemed to go about their day to day business as usual, doing their best to avoid acknowledging her.
But it was clear that their allegiance was to Xavier, as no one dared offer shelter or clothing to Lara, averting their gaze should they catch her pleading eyes. Doors were closed to her, windows shuttered.
Those that did not recuse themselves from her presence followed her, stalked her, hunted her. These were the scum of the village, all of them male, and all of them horny.
Lara tried to play the game as well as she could, staying out in the open streets, her arms limp at her sides as all efforts to cover her privates were cause for molestation.
The gang of men following her eventually became more restless, and soon started deliberately herding her into dead ends or corners.
They all had a turn with her, over a dozen or so men taking turns thrusting into her, sometimes more than once.
This was when the girl finally snapped and bit someone, upon which she was gagged for the remainder of that brutal orgy, where they roughly fucked her, slapping at her breasts and ass, hurting her for resisting.
After that, Lara was left alone for quite a while, shivering and sniffling as she stumbled through the village, constantly flinching at the slightest suggestion that she was to be cornered again.
Shortly after mid day, when it became visually clear that Lara was hungry, a table of food was set in her path, and she was allowed to eat and drink unmolested.
Afterwards, however, she was almost immediately cornered by many of the same men from her morning trek.
The entourage of stalkers converged upon her again, and now they took their time with her, molesting her like the first two men until she willingly spread herself for them, eventually gaining her permission to use her mouth without biting.
Lara’s latest meal was drugged as well, now not just keeping her weak but also filling her breast with nutrients, which enticed more squeezing and suckling as she tearfully acknowledged that it was better not to resist.
The meal eventually led to Lara’s having to relieve herself in public.
Once again, she made a futile return to the gates of the compound, begging for entry.
No one answered her, and four villagers eventually gathered around her to entice her to move on.
Perhaps out of some remaining pride, Lara chose to hasten into a secluded corner to squat and empty both her bladder and bowels.
Her four followers guarded her escape paths from a smell safe distance, one of them procuring a wet rag to roughly wipe down her loins once she had stepped away from her own filth. After that, they had their liberties with her barely cleaned body.
That was how the rest of Lara’s day went.
The group of men that followed Lara grew and shrunk organically, depending on how much time had passed since her latest stop.
By late afternoon exhaustion had set in, and Lara, having put off her next impending rape for a bit too long, was set upon by the ravenous crowd of fifteen.
They didn’t even bother relocating her, fucking her right out in the open, a blanket place under her to protect her body from chafing, although she did not thank them as they thrust into her warm and squirming body, two at a time.
Gordo and his two compadres finally appeared to put an end to the assault, waving for a thoroughly filthy Lara to half stumble, half crawl, after them back through the gates of the compound.
She allowed herself to be sprayed down with freezing hose water, accepting the towel around her shoulders with defeated gratitude before being led inside the building, where she was dressed for supper with Xavier.
Two maids of little sexual worth prepped Lara, soaped her up, pushed her into the scalding hot shower, pulled her back out before she could settle in, dried her off, finally tying her hair back and offering her a dress which she took with little prompting.
The moment she put the dress on, Fernando and Luis tore the dress from her body, Gordo grabbing her by the throat and forcing her to drink another sedative before they escorted her to dinner, nude.
“Did you enjoy your day, Senorita?” Xavier said, to which Lara, too tired and drugged to fight for words, slurred out a weak but truthful “I did not.”
Xavier made a speech about choices and consequence that he had clearly practiced in his dreams many times.
How much of it a delirious Lara took in was questionable. She was so weak that she fumbled with the silverware.
In the end, Lara understood.
Her best choice was to keep Xavier pleased and content. That was her only real choice.
Everyone knew Lara was not going to hurt Xavier. After all, she was surrounded, and she was yet to reach the point of suicidal retaliation.
As a reward for her understanding, Xavier held up a dress, waving Lara over, where she got on her knees to earn the piece of clothing before dinner resumed.
Xavier left the rest of the night to Lara’s choices, and consequently was showered with so much affection that he couldn’t get out of bed the following morning,
He was quite pleased.
The powers that be had, out of recompense for Lara’s assault, approved of Xavier’s planned punishments for Lara, and unknown to her, was allowing it to continue.
[Time to departure: 6 days]
Lara started getting jittery towards the end of breakfast, finally asking Xavier where she was to spend the rest of the day.
Xavier told her he had business to attend to, and he was giving her the freedom to do as she pleased.
He neglected to tell her that he had also given the same freedoms to everyone in his compound.
Sent out of the chambers wearing next to nothing, Lara was quickly cornered by Fernando and Luis, who were clearly in charge of Xavier’s guards.
Much like the village deviants had the day before, they stripped her, groping her until she acquiesced to satisfying them, after which she was stalked throughout the compound by Xavier’s personnel, knowing that escaping out into the village would serve her no better.
To their credit, the guards did not neglect their duties. Patrols building maintenance and other duties continued as usual.
However, any men with free time would invite the naked Lara to join them.
The invitation was always an innocuous one. Play some cards, arm wrestle, join the men in physical exercise.
Without exception, these invitations were gateways that led to the men’s own gratifications.
Win at cards, and Lara got to choose how she pleasured the losers, or if she wanted, could play another game.
Lose at cards, and whoever trumped Lara would have his say in how he received his “winnings”.
An invitation to arm wrestling usually meant the party offering was counting on a quick win.
Lara, ever the competitor, nonetheless managed to humiliate several early challengers, but as the day wore on and her strength depleted, she stopped winning.
Physical exercise was just an excuse to watch Lara’s naked body bounce and sway and bend in ways that please the eye. The men made her do things like jumping jacks, lewd poses, and intimate stretches, invariably escalating to asking her to do some form of “team exercise” that meant multiple repetitions of her rocking her body back onto their awaiting cocks.
The one time Lara refused such an invitation would prove to be her last. When she pushed away the hands of a guard that had been squeezing her too roughly, Lara was promptly ushered out of the compound, where the guard she had offended fucked her in front of an audience of villagers, then shut her outside of the gates, the hunted quarry of the villagers.
The deviants of the village, emboldened by their triumphs over Lara the day before, gave her no quarter, passing her between them without pause or respite.
That evening, for her “offense” against his men, Xavier offered Lara no articles of clothing and ignored her pleas for mercy on her battered and overused holes as he roughly fucked her.
[Time to departure: 5 days]
Lara did her best to avoid entering the village all day.
Unfortunately, that meant reaping the consequences of having only spent half a day entertaining Xavier’s guards, and for that, she owed them interest.
They rigged the card games against her, helping each other cheat and distracting her by massaging her breasts and fingering her ass and cunt as she played.
Arm wrestling was replaced by group wrestling, where Lara was often doubled or triple teamed, virtually every bout quickly ending with her pinned on the ground, her hips rolling and bucking, trying to get the winner to come as quickly as possible so she could escape.
Then there was physical exercise, where the guards dropped all pretenses, distilling Lara’s range of motions down to humping, pumping, and blowing.
If it weren’t for their adherence to duty and schedule, the day might very well have become a retread of Lara’s final days in the prison.
Nonetheless, Lara was well fucked into docility by dinner time.
[Time to departure: 4 days]
Xavier tricked Lara into willingly choosing to put on her bondage, under the auspices she could stay in his chambers all day and avoid interacting with anyone outside.
It wasn’t until he had made sure she couldn’t escape her bondage and blind folded her did Xavier attach the power cords to the Lara’s dildos and piercings.
The power flowed into Lara, gradually ramping up, shocking and massaging gagged moans and screams out of her. Whenever she would cum, the toys would shut off just long enough for her to start shaking in anticipation, before turning back on.
Hours later, Xavier tricked Lara again, asking if she would like for the toys to be taken out of her aching holes. When she nodded, he removed her toys but kept her blindfold, gag and bondage on, and had the guards take a still blindfolded Lara by the leash out for a walk in the village.
Unable to see and with her hands bound behind her, Lara could only feel as she was dragged into a darkness filled with grabbing hands and throbbing cocks, her mind filling the void with frightful images.
Only now did she realize that there was a mic inside of her gag, and that every scream, every moan that she had thought was made in the safety of Xavier’s bed chambers, had been broadcasted over loud speakers to the entire village.
She wasn’t even aware when she was back in Xavier’s chambers, her upper body suspended over the edge of his bed, her toes scrabbling for purchase on the floor as he swung her body against his, fucking her while he stood on his stool.
[Time to departure: 3 days]
Exhaustion from the previous days meant no bondage or drugs were necessary, as Lara wearily made her rounds first inside Xavier’s compound, then in the village.
Her holes were spared from human interaction for the entire day, but only if she agreed all “reasonable” requests.
She danced for the guards, gyrated to the rhythm of their clapping hands, occasionally peppered by the bold jerkoff.
The villagers surrounded her when she exited the gates, blocking her way, showering her with their ejaculate while clamoring for her to assume more and more demeaning poses, cheering for her to finger herself to completion.
Then… in the late afternoon, shortly after Lara voided herself in public…
<”Hold your cunt open with this so I can shoot into it”>
It was Fernando, who along with Gordo and Luis had mixed themselves into with the villagers.
Lara blanched at the giant glass triple spouted funnel he had brought with him, flushed with anger and humiliation. The spout was so large that it came with its own stand.
Luis ordered her onto her back to assume the proper position. She cursed at him, and was punished for it when he immediately ordered several guards to have their way with her.
Fucked into submission, Lara laid herself out on the blanket placed before her.
Fernando positioned the funnel above Lara’s midriff, extending the stilts to either side of her so it stayed in place. Crouching down, he placed the trio of spouts into Lara’s grasping hands. After more coaxing and threats, he got her to work the spouts into her lower holes, the crowd visibly pleased at her discomfort as her piss hole was stretched open.
Lara watched from her grounded spot as the men took turns jerking off into the funnel.
She shuddered as she felt the first slithering sensations creeping into first her rectum, then her cunt, then heard a round of laughter from the crowd when her bladder fought against being filled with cum, an involuntary orgasm sending cum spraying from her bladder back up into the glass funnel.
<”She’s pissing cum into herself!”>
It was too much for Lara. She glared at the crowd and tried to extricate herself from her position.
The crowd was waiting for her rebellion, and the moment the last spout had slipped free of her holes, semen dribbling onto the ground beneath her, Lara was subdued.
They held her in place and roughly fucked her a few more times, before ordering her to get back back under the funnel, laying down in the puddle of spilled gunk. Tears of anger and shame streamed down Lara’s face as she watched the never ending torrent of semen and saliva rain down into the funnel.
The milky goop filled her cunt, filled her anus, and, when she was too weak to stop it, filled her bladder
<”Keep fingering yourself, cunt>”
Lara’s fingers traced where her flesh gripped the funnel, trying to convince herself that it was something to take her mind off of the humiliation.
Lara trembled with the humiliation of being slowly filled with cum and spit or getting roughly fucked, but
[Time to departure: 2 days]
By morning, Lara’s toned belly was engorged, the hours of collection having filled her holes past capacity.
Rather than collecting her for cleaning and dinner, the guards had brought shackles which they anchored to the ground around Lara, tying her down for the night.
By now, her body was steeped in a gelatinous film of spunk from poorly aimed shots at the funnel, white gunk decoloring the black iron shackles that had been brought out to frog-tie and secure her to the ground.
Xavier watched, himself no longer interested in fucking the filthy adventuress.
Lara whined as the funnels were abruptly pulled from her holes, replaced by trio of dildos that were locked in place by a chastity belt.
The shackles keeping her on the ground were pulled out.
Allowed to stand up, Lara looked as if she were sporting a baby bump, pulsating with every involuntary spasm as her body tried in vain to void itself.
An empty basin was brought over, and Lara immediately stumbled over to it, her eyes full of eager anticipation.
Xavier made her earn the release, ordering her onto her knees and lining his guards up before her, letting them fill her mouth with their cocks one after the other, instructing the village deviants to fall in line behind the guards.
Hours later, a sputtering Lara let out a loud wail as the plugs in her holes were finally removed, her snatch letting out a geyser of viscous ejaculate as her bladder pumped cum and spittle out of her as she squatted over the basin.
Laughter and jeers accompanied the uncorking.
After emptying most of herself into the basin, Lara was given the freedom to roll to one side, curling into herself, her spasming body continued to leak.
There was no visible fight left in her.
She did not see the rack that had been erected nearby, as her vision had been obscured by the crowd.
They dragged her over to it, tied her arms to pulleys, and lifted her body up to hang at eye level.
A tall and stiff collar forced Lara to tilt her head back, and that was when she saw the glass funnel that hung just above her head. She started kicking again, but eventually a clear rubber tube was connected from the bottom of the glass funnel to the gag strapped to her face.
She didn’t have to be told what was about to happen, but Xavier couldn’t help but savor telling her.
Whenever the funnel was emptied, she would be freed, and not a moment sooner. As he spoke, a guard had taken the basin of cum, ascended a step ladder, and slowly begun filling the glass funnel.
Then, the valve at the bottom of the funnel was turned, and the thick stream of semen and spittle begun traverse the length of the tube, flowing into the gag in her mouth.
The bound woman shook, eyes wild with fury, her thrashing legs forcing Xavier to back away. The surface of the cum inside the glass funnel bubbled, sign of her denial, but as the fluid pressure build, she closed her eyes, silently sobbing at the laughter as her throat begun to gulp.
It was beautiful, the spasms that wracked the glistening woman as she was force fed cum and spit that had been stewed inside her body overnight.
Xavier signaled for the men to break Lara in on her remaining choices.
The empty basin was placed on the ground near Lara.
She kicked away the first few suitors, then watched as they jerked off into a cup right in front of her, then climbed up next to the funnel to feed her the jizz that she had refused to take into her lower holes.
Once her choices had been made clear, Lara stopped fighting, allowing the next man in line to grab her ankles and lock her twitching legs around his waist as he worked himself into her cunt.
Some of the men had weaker stomachs and couldn’t stand the thick smell of cum that had built up around her, so Lara was cleaned periodically, just enough to keep her palatable.
Xavier watched as her focus shifted from fighting against every new cock inside of her to trying to finish the contents of the funnel as fast as possible.
He smiled.
It was another trick, of course. The Croft woman believed he had given her the choice to end her sentence early if she finished drinking the cum and spittle.
Even when she let them freely into her holes, the men nonetheless worked to keep her food container topped off with their saliva instead. After all, she couldn’t drink their spit with her cunt or ass.
From behind her, Gordo, dick still semi erect from a recent turn at fucking her in the ass, returned Xavier’s smile with his own trademark snicker.
Next to him, and hidden from Lara's view, was a 5 gallon dispenser that contained the semen of every man in the village, collected on Xavier's orders days prior.
[Time to departure: Day 0]
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