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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.

Chapter List
- 4
- 5
Everything was black.
“Is she awake?” A female voice asked.
The voice seemed faraway, as if it was speaking through an intercom.
“The effects of the tranquilizer should be wearing off any minute now.” A male voice answered.
“That’s what you said 30 minutes ago!” The female voice said impatiently.
Her voice sounded so familiar, Lara thought dreamily.
“It’s difficult to make precise predictions, given her hybrid physiology.” The male responded apologetically.
“I don’t care about excuses! You have no idea how valuable she is: she is literally priceless!” The female said.
“I assure you, she hasn’t suffered any ill-effects. She’s perfectly healthy.” The male said.
Lara Croft groggily opened her eyes. She was lying on a bed, staring up at a white hospital-style ceiling. The male who had been speaking was standing above her bed, dressed in a white lab coat. Was he a doctor of some kind, Lara wondered?
“She’s awake.” The doctor said.
“Where am I?” Lara asked.
The question seemed to shock the middle-aged doctor.
“You told me she wouldn’t be able to speak!” The doctor said to the unseen woman.
“It changes nothing!” The woman insisted. The voice was so familiar, Lara thought.
“But, if she can still speak, it means that her mind is still human. I think that…” The doctor started to say.
“I’m not paying you to think! We proceed regardless!” The woman insisted, and the doctor reluctantly left the room.
Lara squinted through the bright florescent lights and examined her surroundings. She was lying naked on a wide hospital bed, at the centre of the large white room. Bright light flooded the space, eliminating any shadows, and she was hooked-up to several different medical monitoring devices. The walls of the room were completely bare, except for a large metal door and a long row of one-way mirrored glass along one wall. Lara looked at her reflection in the mirrored glass and shivered at what she saw. The Idol of Phasthousa had transformed her from one of the most beautiful women in the world into a monstrous freak.
Her face, while still beautiful, now sported a pair of 4 inch-long black curved horns protruding from her forehead, and she had a 3 inch diameter stainless steel septum ring dangling from her nose. Her athletic arms and legs were now covered in spotted black and white cow-like fur up to her knees and elbows; and her hands and feet had been transformed into beastly cloven hooves. Most egregious of all, however, were the changes that had been wrought to her perfect figure. Her perfect hourglass measurements of 36 inch bust, 24 inch waist and 36 inch hips were gone; she now possessed a cartoonish 58 inch bust, a 24 inch waist and a 47 inch ass. Her enormous Z-cup breasts looked like a pair of round beach balls, complete with 3 inch-wide areolas and thick 1 inch long nipples; and her round butt cheeks looked like two round soccer balls.
Lara sat upright and stared at her reflection. Despite her revulsion at the egregious changes that the Idol of Phasthousa had made to her perfect body, Lara couldn’t help but be mesmerised by how impossibly perky and round her breasts appeared, bouncing up and down against her chest with each breath she took. They didn’t droop or sag at all, which seemed impossible, given their ludicrously large size. Her enormous bubble butt was similarly perky, and didn’t show even a hint of flabbiness or cellulite.
“My my, you have changed since last we met!” A familiar voice said from the doorway.
Lara turned her head and recognised her nemesis, Jacqueline Natla. She instinctively reached down towards her twin holsters before she could stop herself. Natla saw the movement and smiled mockingly. Lara silently cursed herself – even had she been wearing her prized pistols, they would have been useless to her, with her hands currently transformed into cow hoofs. Jacqueline Natla was the founder and CEO of Natla Technology, one of the largest and most profitable multinational corporations in the world. Natla had made her fortune by researching and patenting emerging technologies, from IT and smartphones, to medicines and pharmaceuticals. More recently, she had been making large investments in the field of archaeology, believing that ancient fables like the Holy Grail and the Fountain of Youth might be based in reality. Lara had run-ins with her mercenaries on more than one occasion.
“Why have you brought me here?” Lara asked accusingly.
Jacqueline Natla smiled with genuine amusement. Lara knew that the tall blonde was approaching 40, but she looked barely over 30, thanks to subtle and expensive cosmetic surgery. Jacqueline Natla was tall for a woman at 5’11”, with a handsome face and shoulder-length blonde hair. She was dressed in one of her usual dark grey business suits, which she wore so that people would take her seriously as a female CEO in the male-dominated corporate world.
“Calm yourself, Lara. I’m not going to hurt you! In fact, I’ve brought you here because I think we can help one another.” Natla explained.
Lara swung her hooved feet down onto the hard concrete floor.
“You know how to lift the curse?” Lara asked hopefully.
“Curse? Oh, do stop being so selfish, Lara! This blessing is a gift! Your milk has the potential to change the face of medicine as we know it! Imagine a world free from disease and illness, where no one needs to grow old and infirm. We could become practically immortal.” Natla explained.
“By we, I assume you mean anyone rich enough to buy your drugs?” Lara retorted, not fooled by Natla’s lofty words for a second.
Natla grinned. “Well, somebody’s going to get rich selling your gift to the world – it might as well be me.” Natla said.
“I’m afraid I’m going to have to pass!” Lara said, while subtly shifting her weight forward onto her feet.
“Unfortunately, that’s not really your decision to make. Oh, don’t worry – I’m going to take very good care of you. As far as I’m concerned, you’re now the single most valuable person on the planet.” Natla said.
Lara suddenly launched herself off the bed and ran straight at Natla. Her nemesis nimbly sidestepped her charge, but Lara hadn’t been aiming at her – Lara ran straight past her and out through the open door. She only made it a few yards before she was wracked by crippling pain. From the darkness on the other side of the doorway, three heavily muscled security guards in dark grey uniforms rammed their 4-foot-long cattle prods into Lara’s ribs and back. Lara screamed as her muscles locked-up from the high voltage and she was forced to the ground.
The guards kept shocking her, while a fourth guard approached her with a 6 foot long steel pole with a hinged collar at the end. Lara felt the thick metal collar clamp shut around her slender neck. The three guards with cattle prods withdrew, and Lara was pulled to her feet by the guard holding the pole. The collar and pole reminded Lara of the devices that dog catchers used to control vicious canines. Natla entered the dark room and started barking orders.
Lara was marched down a long well-lit corridor into a large laboratory-looking room. Several men were present wearing lab coats, including the middle-aged doctor that she had seen earlier. He looked uncomfortable with her treatment, but said nothing. The security guards pushed Lara to the centre of the room and then manhandled her into a strange metal device that resembled medieval pillory. Lara’s upper body was forced down into a gap between two thick horizontal metal beams, with semi-circular cut-outs. Her neck and wrists were pushed down into the holes, and then the upper beam was lowered down, securing her in place.
Lara was now locked into position, bent forward at the waist, with her head and hands locked inside the metal pillory. Lara felt hands attaching devices to her breasts, but with her upper body completely immobile, she was unable to look behind her to see what was happening. The scientists in the room attached large metal suction cups to Lara’s swollen breasts. Each cup had a long transparent hose leading from it, connected to an impressive-looking milking machine.
“Ready to begin.” One of the scientists said.
“Then do so.” Natla answered.
The milking machine started up, and Lara felt an intense sucking sensation pulling at her nipples.
“We’re not getting anything yet.” The scientist said.
“Increase the suction!” Natla ordered.
The machine‘s volume increased, as did the sucking effect on her dangling breasts.
“Still nothing!” The scientist said.
“Use the syringes!” Natla ordered.
The scientist reached under Lara’s enormous chest and pressed a button on the large metal suction cups. Two long, sharp needles shot up through the central point of the cups, stabbing right through Lara’s nipples and into her milk-swollen breasts. Lara grunted from the sudden sharp pain, and then moaned as her milk began to flow.
“It’s working!” The scientist said, monitoring the machine.
It appeared that ancient curses were no match for modern science, as the long syringes syphoned the milk directly from Lara’s breasts. Lara groaned as her precious breast milk was pumped out by the milking machine. Within just a few minutes, the milking machine had sucked out almost 8 litres of milk from her dangling breasts.
“Stop! That’s all there is!” Lara pleaded, as she felt her breasts empty, but the machine kept going.
Lara breasts slowly began to deflate, as more and more milk was sucked out of them. The pain in her chest increased, as her formerly round breasts started to droop and sag. Locked tightly within the pillory, Lara screamed helplessly as her enormous breasts were sucked dry. Her massive round tits were now starting to resemble two deflating balloons. Lara shook her head against the pain, as more and more milk was milked from her breasts. Her breasts slowly elongated and ugly spiders web of blue veins poked out beneath her skin. After another 10 minutes of milking, Lara’s formerly voluptuous breasts had been transformed into hollow, empty tubes of flesh, which hung down from her chest like two deflated balloons. The machine had drained almost 16 litres of milk from her deflated breasts.
The collar was re-attached around Lara’s neck and then she was released from the pillory. Lara tried to lash out at the guard controlling her, but the long metal pole attached to her collar left him well out of reach. Two of the other guards rammed their cattle prods into her ribs, shocking her to get her back under control. Lara screamed and doubled-over, which allowed the guards to restrain her arms and drag her back out into the corridor. Rather than return her to the hospital room where she had woken up, they dragged her through the first doorway on the left. The room they entered was dark, until someone switched on the lights.
Lara’s renewed her struggles when she saw what awaited her. Inside the room was a 10 foot by 10 foot square steel cage, filled with hay. There wasn’t even a bed or a chair for her to sit on. There were two small troughs on either side of the door to the cell, one filled with water and the other filled with some sort of grain-like feed. The egregious cell reinforced her loss of power and status. As far as Natla was concerned, Lara was now an animal and would be treated as such. Lara was pushed through the doorway of the cell and slammed against the opposite wall.
The guard with the pole held her against the cold vertical bars while his colleagues exited the cell. When they were all safely out, the last guard released Lara’s collar and sprinted for the door, which slammed shut the instant he was through.
“See you in a few hours!” One of the guards chuckled, as he left the room, although the other two guards remained in the cell to watch her.
Much to Lara’s relief, her ruined breasts began to recover almost immediately, and within 30 minutes, they had reinflated to their former voluptuous size. It seemed that the same magic that allowed her milk to heal others had the same effect on her. Lara started pacing up and down inside her cell like a caged animal, which she realised was exactly what she had become. 4 hours after her first milking, the guards returned and unlocked her cell. Lara tried her best to fight them off, but they shocked her into submission with their cattle prods and then secured the metal collar around her slender neck.
Lara was dragged back to the milking room, where she was milked dry for a second time. This time when she was released, she didn’t even try to attack the guards; instead she cradled her painfully deflated breasts in her arms, as she was dragged back to her cell. This schedule of forced milking continued for almost a day. Lara was dismayed to see that two guards remained on duty in her cell at all times, just outside the bars of her cage. Aside from making any escape attempt impossible, it also meant that she was under constant humiliating observation.
When she got thirsty and had to drink from the water trough like an animal, they were watching. When she got hungry and had to bury her beautiful face into the feed trough, they were watching. The most embarrassing point came when Lara got the urge to use the toilet. The two amused guards watched her intently, as she shamefacedly squatted down in the corner and voided her bladder and bowels onto the straw-covered floor. Lara had never felt more degraded and dehumanised in her life.
Thankfully, the smelly hay was changed when she returned from her next milking, but that was the only good news. Early the next day, after a particularly unpleasant milking, Jacqueline Natla came to visit her in her cage. She was looking younger than when last they had met. At first Lara thought it might have been her makeup, but there was a definite lack of fine lines and wrinkles on the other woman’s face, which told Lara that she must be drinking Lara’s magical breast milk.
“I have some bad news.” Natla announced. “Unfortunately, our attempts to synthesise your breast milk have proven unsuccessful. There are some elements present in your milk that our current level of science is unable to identify or reproduce.”
“I’m so sorry to hear that!” Lara answered sarcastically.
“It does seriously hamper my production schedule. I had wanted to market my miracle drug to the general public. Imagine every man, woman and child on earth all paying my company $100 a month for pills not to grow sick or old? My profits would’ve been measured in the trillions and larger than the GDP of most countries. Unfortunately, this setback means that I’ll only be able to market the drug to the wealthy. You’re currently producing just over 90 litres of breast milk a day. When converted into dehydrated powder, that’s enough for roughly 12,000 tablets per day, which I will be selling at $1,000 a pill.” Natla said.
Lara was horrified. It sounded as though Natla intended to keep her permanently caged as a sort of milk-producing battery hen. But the true extent of Natla’s plans would prove to be even worse.
“If I can’t make more of your milk then that only leave me one other option: to make more of you. I’ve come to tell you that in 48 hours we’ll be surgically removing your ovaries. We need your eggs to be able to clone you.” Natla explained, speaking about this invasive and unnecessary medical procedure as casually as if she was discussing the weather.
“Of course, you’ll be fully sedated during the procedure, so you won’t feel anything.” Natla continued.
“You’re a monster!” Lara exclaimed.
“Look who’s talking!” Natla retorted.
“I may look like monster on the outside, but at least I’m still human on the inside, where it counts!” Lara said.
“Sticks and stone…” Natla said. “Anyway, we’ll be easing up on your milking schedule. I don’t want to overtax your recuperative powers before the surgery and risk losing you. I intend to keep you as my personal fountain of youth for many centuries to come.”
Lara was shocked and appalled, both by the horrific medical experiment that she was about to be subjected to, and by the prospect of spending the next few centuries locked in a cage, as Jacqueline Natla’s personal pet. She had to get out of here and fast! But how, she wondered? None of this would have happened if her enchanted breast milk hadn’t driven Winston, Zip and Alistair insane, she thought bitterly! She had no idea what side-effects her dehydrated milk would have in pill form, but in its original liquid form, it was extremely addictive. It had practically turned her staff into a bunch of crack-addicts, willing to do anything to get their next hit.
As Lara thought more about the power her milk had over anyone that consumed it, a plan started to form in her mind. It would be extremely humiliating and degrading, but it just might work. Lara looked over at the two guards sitting outside her cage, memorising their faces. A couple of hours later, Lara was dragged back out of her cell for her next milking. Lara didn’t resist at all this time, and walked compliantly between the grey-uniformed security guards to the milking machine. As her head was pushed into place inside the pillory, Lara immediately raised her hoof hands into their allotted slots before the guards could do it for her.
The two guards looked at each other with raised eyebrows, before lowering the upper portion of the stocks and locking her in place. A scientist moved forward and attached the metal suction cups to Lara’s enormous hanging breasts. She gasped in pain a moment later, as the two long syringes stabbed deeply into her nipples and began syphoning off her breast milk. Lara moaned as the milking machine got up to full power and the suction effect on her breasts increased. Lara’s breasts began to jiggle up and down beneath her chest from the pumping effect, while a steady stream of white breast milk could be seen trickling down through the transparent plastic hoses.
This time the scientist turned off the milking machine prior to her breasts starting to deflate. With 8 litres of magical milk pumped from her breasts, Lara was led back to her cell. Again, Lara walked compliantly between the guards, offering no resistance. When the door to her cage slammed shut, she waited until all of the extra personnel had left the room. Lara looked behind her at the two guards and cursed under her breath. Only one of them was a guard from earlier, when Natla had visited her. The other one must have swapped with this new guard.
Lara had planned on both guards being present, but it couldn’t be helped. She’d just have to hope that her plan would still work with only one. She waited for about 15 minutes while the guards got settled and sat down on their chairs, ready for another boring watch duty. The new guard pulled a chocolate bar from his pocket. Seeing her chance, Lara walked to the front of her cell and cleared her voice to catch the guard’s attention. She was extremely aware of both her nakedness and her obscenely transformed body, and she could feel herself blushing with embarrassment.
“Hey, what does a girl have to do to get a bite of that chocolate bar?” Lara asked teasingly.
The guard look up in surprise. “Sorry freak, you’re not my type.” He answered cruelly.
“I’ll trade you some milk for it.” Lara said. “Ask your friend. Natla plans to sell my milk at an exorbitant price to the mega wealthy. Aren’t you the least bit curious what all the fuss is about?”
Lara could see the man was still hesitant, but then his partner said, “She’s right: Natla was talking about the milk curing all sorts of diseases and making people younger. We’ll probably never get another chance like this.”
Lara pressed her enormous breasts out between the vertical steel bars of her cage.
“Come-on, what do you have to lose? I’ll even let you drink first. If you don’t like it, then keep your chocolate bar.” Lara said.
“I’ll watch the door, to make sure no-ones coming. You go first.” The older guard said.
The younger guard walked up to the cage and hesitantly placed one of Lara’s nipples between his lips. Then he closed his eyes and started to suck. Moments later, his eyes shot wide open and his facial expression transformed into one of surprise and delight. Lara shuddered involuntarily, as the young guard greedily sucked down several mouthfuls of milk from her left breast.
“Make sure you leave some for your friend.” Lara told him, when the sucking started to get painful.
The guard reluctantly pulled his mouth away from her nipple. Lara looked down and could see a hard erection poking out through the front of his pants.
“How was it?” The older guard called from the doorway.
“That was incredible! You’ve got to try it! I feel amazing!” The younger guard said.
The younger guard took over the position of lookout by the door, while the older guard, who appeared to be aged in his mid-40s, approached Lara’s cage. Now that she had a chance to get a good look at him, Lara could see a slight limp in the man’s walk, which suggested he might have a bad knee. The look of disgust the man gave as he stared at her grossly swollen body made her blood boil, but she forced a smile on her pretty face and pressed her voluptuous right breast out between the bars. The guard hesitated for a few moments, before wrapping his lips around her nipple and starting to drink.
Once again, his first tentative sips quickly evolved into large greedy gulps, as he sucked down more and more of Lara’s enchanted breast milk. When he finally pulled away, he had an enormous grin on his face.
“Holy crap! I feel amazing!” He exclaimed.
“How’s your knee?” Lara asked, and then seeing the questioning expressing on his face, added quickly, “I saw you limping earlier.”
The older guard bent his leg experimentally and then smiled in delight.
“It feels great! This stuff is incredible!” He said.
Like his younger colleague, the older guard now had a hard erection poking out through the front of his grey pants.
“Your erection is a side-effect of the milk.” Lara explained, trying her best not to look embarrassed, but failing miserable.
The older guard reflexively covered his crotch with his hands. Lara took a deep breath and, while blushing profusely, put the next stage of her plan into effect.
“Maybe we could help each other out?” Lara suggested coyly. “I haven’t been able to take care of myself, since my hands changed into these.” Lara explained, holding up her hoof hands. “And I’ve been feeling really horny!”
The older guard stared at Lara’s naked body but seemed to do a double take, seeing her huge voluptuous body in a different light. Whereas before she had been an object of ridicule and revulsion, now he looked upon her naked body with lust. It was exactly the effect that Lara had been counting on. Lara bit her lower lip suggestively, trying to be the sexiest mutant cowgirl she could be. Then she turned around and looked back over her shoulder, as she pressed her gigantic bubble butt up against the bars.
“Please?” Lara cooed.
It was all the encouragement the older guard needed. He swiftly unzipped his pants and rammed his cock inside Lara’s pussy. Despite the other changes to her body, Lara’s pussy had lost none of its former tightness and gripped the security guard’s shaft like a glove. Lara blushed slightly when she realised that she was already wet. She thought she had been lying when she told the guard that her inability to masturbate had made her horny. Now, she realised that it was the truth. The guard reached in between the bars and grabbed two large handfuls of her soccer ball-sized ass cheeks, using them as handholds to push deeper inside her pussy.
Both Lara and the guard moaned, as he increased the speed of his thrusts, causing his balls to slap loudly against Lara’s naked crotch. Lara reached up behind her and hooked her hooved hands around the vertical bars above her head, using them to steady herself. The vigorous fucking caused Lara’s beach ball-sized breasts to bounce up and down against her chest. The guard transferred his grip to her enormous breasts, kneading them like bread dough, as he pounded her hard from behind. Lara moaned loudly as she orgasmed.
Milk began leaking from Lara’s teats and dribbling down over the guard’s fingers. He pulled his hands away from her breasts and greedily licked the milk from his fingers. Then he wrapped both arms around Lara’s slim waist and pulled her backwards onto his cock. The older guards pounded into her for another minute before thrusting ball’s-deep inside her tight pussy and holding himself there. Lara felt multiple spurts of warm cum splashing against the back of her pussy, as she leaned backwards against the bars, impaled on the security guard’s cock.
After a further minute of cuming, the older security guard reluctantly withdrew from Lara’s tight hole and swapped with the younger guard, who had been jealously watching from the doorway. The younger guard eagerly pushed forward into Lara’s now well-used pussy, seeming not to care that he was getting sloppy seconds. Soon he was pounding her furiously through the vertical steel bars. Each thrust caused the firm flesh of Lara’s swollen buttocks to jiggle like water rippling on the surface of a pond. Lara grunted in time with his thrusts like an eager little fuck-toy, while secretly hating how much she was enjoying her rough treatment.
This time, however, Lara embraced her impending orgasm, bouncing her oversized buttocks up and down against the guard’s thrusting cock. Lara moaned loudly and came again, coating the guard’s sock in her glistening juices. The guard ejaculated less than a minute later, sending spurts of warm cum jetting against the back of Lara’s pussy. Breathing heavily, the younger guard pulled out and zipped-up his pants. Lara blushed when she realised that neither man had even bothered to undress.
“Thanks for that.” The younger guard said, before returning to his seat to fetch the chocolate bar.
“Maybe we could do it again later?” Lara asked awkwardly.
The smile on both guards’ faces told her that this was exactly what they intended. The younger guard fed her the remainder of his chocolate bar, which tasted infinitely better than the bland grain that Natla was feeding her. Then Lara curled up on the soft hay and drifted off to sleep.
A few hours later, Lara was escorted from her cage for another milking. The two security guards who had previously fucked her were among those that escorted her to and from her cell. Lara saw them cast several furtive glances at each other. When she got back to her room, it was the turn for the two new guards to assume the duty of watching her, but rather than leave, the first two guards hung around. Lara watched from her cage as quiet words were exchanged, with all of the guards glancing in her direction. After several minutes, all four guards approached her cell.
“The new guys want to taste your milk. Push your tits up against the bars.” The older guard ordered.
Lara quietly fumed at the temerity of his tone, but forced herself to smile pleasantly, as she obediently mashed her beach ball-sized breasts in-between the cold steel bars. While the older guard walked back to watch the door, the two newest guards leaned forward and started sucking on Lara’s swollen nipples. She felt the milk flowing from her breasts into their waiting mouths. After several hesitant mouthfuls, they started greedily gulping down her milk. After a couple of minutes drinking from her nipples, they came up from air, grinning stupidly from ear-to-ear. They were then replaced by the first two guards, who also sucked their share of enchanted milk from her enormous breasts.
All of the guards were sporting massive erections, and Lara serviced each guard in turn, feeling them spurting warm cum deep inside her pussy. The guards were all due to go off duty after her next milking, but Lara pleaded with them to visit her one last time. She knew that she was playing a dangerous game: if her activities were discovered, Natla would swap out the guards or move her to a new facility, and any hope she might have to escape would be lost; but if she waited too long, Natla would perform the operation to harvest her eggs and mutilate her for life.
After her next milking, four fresh guards escorted her from her cage to the milking area. Her enormous breasts were milked and sucked by the machines of the scientists and then she was returned to her cage. As on previous occasions, two of the guards remained and the other two left. 30 minutes passed and Lara began to lose hope. Then there was a knock at the door. The two security guards jumped up from their chairs, startled by the unscheduled visit. They both drew their service pistols and then cautiously answered the door. They holstered their weapons again, when the saw that it was the four guards that they had relieved from the previous shift.
A heated conversation occurred between the old guards and their new replacements. The new guards seemed very unhappy about something, until one of the old guards pulled out a thick wad of cash and flashed it around. The new guards reluctantly took the cash, splitting it evenly between themselves, and allowed the four old guards into the room, before locking the door securely behind them. Lara knew what they would want and immediately pressed her massive breasts up against the bars of her cage. In turn, each of the guards drank down her enchanted breast milk – including the two new guards, after some convincing. When they were done, all 6 were sporting large smiles and even larger erections.
Lara had noticed with her staff that the more of her milk they consumed, the more addicted they became and the lower their inhibitions were. This proved to be the case with the guards as well.
“It’ll take too long to fuck her one at a time. Let’s get her out of the cell.” The oldest security guard said.
The two newest guards looked worried by this breach of protocol, but they’d already gone too far to stop now, and the other four guards were very insistent. Within moments, Lara’s cell was unlocked and she was pulled out of her cage and pushed down onto all fours. The oldest guard slid in-between her legs and pulled her down on top of him. Lara grunted as she felt his cock enter her wet pussy. A moment later, she blushed when she felt a second guard spreading apart her enormous round buttocks. Then she moaned, when she felt his cock slide home inside her tight ass, rubbing against the cock already impaling her pussy.
The two guards started roughly double penetrating her pussy and asshole, slamming in and out of her holes with hard rapid thrusts. While that was happening, a third guard lifted her nose ring and pushed his cock in-between her lips and down her throat. Lara gagged, but obediently licked her tongue along the underside of the guard’s stiff cock, as he roughly fucked her throat. Lara was now airtight, and the room was filled with the sounds of indecent grunts and wetly slapping skin.
The guard fucking her asshole was the first one to cum, and Lara shivered as she felt his warm cum spurting deep inside her bowels. The fourth guard immediately took his place, and seamlessly resumed her triple-penetration. They treated her like an animal, fucking her with no regard for her own enjoyment. The guard fucking her face actually grabbed hold of her horns, which made her feel even more like an animal. He groaned as he came, and Lara felt his gooey cum slide disgustingly down her throat into her stomach. He pulled out of her gaping mouth, and the fifth guard took his place. The new guard also grabbed her by the horns, and Lara was forced to bob her mouth up and down on his slippery shaft.
The guard between her legs finally ejaculated, spurting yet more cum against the back of her pussy. He slid out from between her legs, leaving wet cum dripping down her inner thighs. The last two guards chose to continue fucking her ass and mouth, spit-roasting her voluptuous body between them. Their brutal pounding caused Lara’s gigantic tits to swing pendulously back and forth beneath her chest. Then, shockingly to Lara, she shivered and orgasmed.
“Huh, the slut just came!” One of the guards commented, grinning.
The other’s guards laughed and pointed. Lara blushed with embarrassment, partly from the spectacle she was making of herself, but mostly from the shocking realisation that she had just cum from anal sex alone. Lara hoped that this was merely another side effect of the Idol of Phasthousa’s curse, and not some more profound change to how she experienced sexual pleasure. It made her worry that after all of the extreme sexual abuse she had been subjected to, she might never be the same again mentally.
The last two guards came, sending more cum spurting into Lara’s asshole and throat. When they pulled out, Lara forced herself to smile appreciatively. The she took a deep breath. It was now or never, she thought, as she made her move.
“Thanks guys! It’s a shame we won’t be able to do this much longer.” Lara said regretfully.
“What do you mean?” One of the guards asked, suddenly looking very uneasy.
He looked like a drug addict who’d suddenly been told that his favourite drug was no longer available.
“It’s just that Natla’s planning to move me to her private home, so I won’t get to see you guys any more. It’s really a shame – she treats me really mean and you guys have been so good to me. I’d much rather go and live with you.” Lara suggested.
A pregnant silence fell over the room. This was it, Lara thought. Either they’d take the bait, or they’d walk away and her fate would be sealed. It all came down to whether their addiction to her breast milk was stronger than their fear of crossing their employer, Jacqueline Natla. The guards all looked at each other. They clearly didn’t want to lose their access to Lara, but none of them was brave enough to openly suggest defying Natla.
“I inherited a ton of money from my father when he died. We could go anywhere in the world – somewhere where Natla would never find us!” Lara said.
There was another uncomfortable silence.
“Just how much money are we talking about?” The oldest guard asked.
Lara supressed a smile. Never underestimate an addict’s need for his next hit.
“50 million pounds. We could just live off the interest – and I’d be ever so grateful to you for rescuing me. I’d let you milk me whenever you wanted, and do anything else you wanted as well.” Lara said suggestively.
“You heard her. 50 million pounds! It would’ve been worth it just for the milk, but with the money as well…” The older guard said.
“What about Natla? She’s not just going to let us waltz out of here with her favourite pet!” Another guard argued.
“We’ll need a plan, but we’ll have to do it soon – before she’s moved.” The first guard said, gesturing towards Lara.
They suddenly remembered that she was standing there waiting and pushed her back inside her cage. After the door was locked, they moved away from the cage and spoke for almost 20 minutes. Lara couldn’t hear what they were saying, and they clearly didn’t trust her enough to include her in their plans, but Lara didn’t care: what mattered was that they would break her out of here and buy her some time. She’d worry about how to escape from them later.
Another couple of hours passed and it was time for her next milking. Two fresh guards arrived at the door to join the two already inside the cell.
“Here, you can do the honours.” One of the guards who’d fucked her told the fresh guards, while holding out the long steel pole with the spring loaded collar at the end. The new guard shrugged and took the metal pole. He waited by the cage door, while the second guard touched his security card to the RFID reader that unlocked the cage. As soon as the door unlocked, both new guards froze, as they felt the distinctive outline of semi-automatic pistol barrels being pressed against the back of their necks.
“Stay calm and don’t do anything stupid.” One of the old guards said, holding his Smith and Wesson M&P 9mm pistol against the guard’s neck, while carefully removing the man’s sidearm.
The second new guard started to tense up, but the other older guard punched him in the back of the head with the barrel of his M&P pistol and then shoved him forward against the bars.
“I know for a fact that Natla isn’t paying you enough to die!” The old guard said, as he disarmed the second new guard.
One of the older guards stepped back and held the captive men at gunpoint, while his colleague carefully stripped them of their security passes, radios and phones.
“Out!” The older guard ordered Lara.
Lara walked hesitantly out of her unlocked cage, and watched as the two disarmed guards were pushed inside.
“You idiots have no idea what you’ve done! Both of you are dead!” One of the disarmed guards shouted angrily, as the cage door locked shut.
“Shut up!” One of the old guards shouted back.
“Natla will chase you to the ends of the earth for this!” The caged guard continued.
“I said shut the fuck up!” The old guard said, pointing his M&P pistol menacingly in their direction.
There was another knock at the door, and two more of Lara’s milk-corrupted security guards entered the room. Both men were wearing loose-fitting dark-grey jackets, and one of them was carrying a black duffel bag. As soon as they were both inside, the man unzipped the duffel bag and started handing out identical dark-grey jackets to the first two guards. Lara found that very unusual, since the temperature inside the facility was kept warm for her benefit. The reason for it became clear a moment later, when the men started handing out FN P90 submachineguns, attached to black 3-point slings.
The FN P90 was a compact but powerful submachinegun chambered in 5.7mm. The futuristic-looking weapon was a favourite with many paramilitary police forces, including the US Secret Service, because its compact bullpup design meant that it had a magazine capacity of 50 rounds, despite only being 20 inches long. Each corrupted guard slung the 3-point harnesses around their shoulders and put their jackets on over the top. The men conducted safety checks and loaded the weapons. Then each man pushed a spare 50-round magazine into their back pants pocket and did-up their jackets to conceal the weapons. Lara noticed that they only used the press studs on their jackets, rather than the zippers, so that they could rapidly to access their weapons if required.
“Keep your mouth shut and do exactly as we say!” One of the guards told her.
Lara secretly fumed at being ordered around, but she kept her displeasure to herself and simply nodded her head. One of the guards placed the metal collar around her neck and led her out of her cell, while a second carried the black duffel bag. This time, instead of turning left towards the milking room, they turned right and escorted her down the long corridor. They reached a transparent security door, made from thick layers of bullet-resistant polycarbonate and tempered glass. The guard touched his security access card to the RFID panel, and the door unlocked. They passed through a small airlock, and then through a second security door on the other side.
They walked past a security control room, where Lara observed the last two milk-corrupted guards holding a pair of uncorrupted security guards at gunpoint. The corrupted guard with the duffel bag entered the control room and took over guard duty, while the first two went through the contents of the duffel. They pulled out a couple of long plastic cable ties, which they used to secure the prisoners’ wrists behind their backs. Then they used a roll of grey duct tape to tie each prisoner to their chairs, before taping their mouths shut. When both prisoners were secured, the remaining guards donned submachineguns and jackets, and then manned the security control panel.
The remaining four corrupted guards led Lara through a pair of locked double doors and out into a draughty loading dock. Lara shivered involuntarily as the cold air touched her naked skin. Lara saw a white delivery van being unloaded of supplies by two dock workers wearing yellow hi-vis vests. The two loading dock workers both stared in open-mouthed shock at Lara’s naked, mutated form. Lara instinctively reached up to cover her nakedness, but her round breasts were so enormous that she could do little more than just cover her oversized areolas with her hands.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” An angry looking security supervisor asked, storming over to them.
“Natla wants her moved to another facility.” The most senior corrupted guard answered.
“This area isn’t secure. There’s fucking contractors out here for God sake!” The supervisor shouted angrily, gesturing towards the delivery van.
“Hey, don’t get angry at me. I just got told to fetch her from her cell and bring her out to the loading dock.” The corrupted guard replied calmly.
The security supervisor spoke angrily into his radio. “Loading Dock to Control Room!”
“Go ahead, Loading Dock.” Came the reply through the radio.
“I’ve got a security detail down here who say they’ve got orders to move the prisoner.” The supervisor said.
“That’s right, Loading Dock. It’s a last-minute rush job from head office.” The corrupted guard in the control room answered.
The supervisor swore. “Fucking head office! Everything has to be done now, now, now – and then I’m left the clean-up the mess they leave behind!” The supervisor said angrily.
“Tell me about it!” The corrupted guard commiserated.
“So, when does your ride get here?” The supervisor asked.
“We’ve got orders to take the van.” The corrupted guard said.
Judging by the supervisor’s expression, that was not the usual process for moving prisoners.
“We never use contractor vehicles for secure transports.” The supervisor said suspiciously.
“Orders – Natla wants this one done off-the-books.” The corrupted guard replied.
“I’ll have to phone it in, to confirm.” The supervisor said, turning around and walking towards a guard booth.
“That won’t be necessary!” The corrupted guard called after him.
Just before he made it to the booth, one of the corrupted guards shouted “Fuck this!” and ripped open his jacket to reveal his P90 submachinegun.
“Get down on the ground! Get down now!” He shouted.
The security supervisor was a military veteran and instinctively reached for his sidearm. The corrupted guard opened fire, killing the supervisor before his pistol had even cleared its holster. The sound of gunfire drew two more security guards from the booth. A hail of 5.7mm bullets shredded the first, but the second managed to duck behind cover and hit the duress alarm. Loud sirens sounded, signalling to everyone at the facility that a security breach was in progress.
The two loading dock workers ran for their lives. The corrupted guards let them go. The guard in the booth fired his sidearm around the corner, before suppressive fire from the corrupted guard’s submachineguns forced him back behind cover. The heavily reinforced roller door that led from the loading dock started to grind open, no doubt thanks to the corrupted guards in the control room.
The delivery driver started his van in an attempt to flee, but one of the corrupted guards ended that attempt by shooting him through the windshield. Three more security guards ran into the loading dock from the opposite direction, and opened fire with submachineguns of their own. One of the corrupted guards went down, but their return fire claimed a third of Natla’s guards and forced the other two to duck for cover behind some cargo pallets. The sound of gunfire was constant now, as the two groups of guards traded semi-automatic fire across the cavernous loading docks.
Two of the corrupted guards pushed Lara towards the white delivery van, while the third guard laid down suppressive fire. One of the guards undid her steel collar and roughly shoved her into the back of the van. The second guard dragged the dead driver from behind the wheel and climbed into the driver’s seat.
“We need to go now!” The guard behind the wheel shouted.
“Wait a minute!” The other corrupted guard shouted back over the gunfire, while firing from the back of the van and killing another guard.
A moment later, the last two corrupted guards ran into the loading dock. One of them was struck by gunfire and went down, but the second made it to the van. He climbed into the front passenger seat of the van, which then accelerated towards the open roller door. As they sped outside, Lara got her first look at the building where she was being held. The building looked like a brightly lit warehouse, but there were no signs indicating who owned it or what was stored there. Lara doubted that anyone from the outside world was aware of the illegal experiments taking place inside. Lara was also surprised to see that it was dark outside. The artificial lighting and irregular sleep intervals of her captivity had made it difficult for her to gauge the passage of time.
Their van sped past two guard posts, trading fire with the guards inside, and then drove over two sets of deactivated tyre spikes. They slammed over several speed humps and then fishtailed out onto the main road. Lara started to believe that they had successfully escaped. Then she felt a hard impact on the back right rear of the van, as a heavy black Range Rover rammed into them from the side. The Range Rover’s PIT manoeuver spun them around 180 degrees and wedged them in-between two parked cars.
“Fuck! CAT! CAT!” Shouted the panicked guard behind the wheel.
Lara was well versed in military affairs and knew what CAT stood for – Natla had employed mercenaries in a Counter Assault Team to protect her more important facilities! Four heavily armed men in black tactical gear and carrying M4 Assault Rifles alighted from the Range Rover and spread out around the van. The four corrupted guards exited the ruined van to meet them. Despite the even numbers, the firefight that ensued was appallingly one-sided. Both sides were armed with automatic weapons, but the CAT Team members were wearing heavy body armour and the security guards weren’t. Two of the CAT Team members went down to head or neck shots, but when the smoke cleared, all of the corrupted security guards lay dead or dying.
“Secure the package!” She heard one of the two surviving CAT members say.
“No!” Lara shouted, running from the van.
She must have looked comical: clip-clopping down the dark road on her hooved feet, and holding her enormous jiggling breasts in her arms to prevent them bouncing up into her face. Under ordinary circumstances, Lara would have easily been able to outpace the two heavily-laden mercenaries; but the increased weight of her magically enlarged breasts and ass was slowing her down and throwing off her balance. The CAT Team members gave chase, easily closing the distance. Lara heard a loud gunshot and ducked down behind a parked car, convinced that the men had just fired at her.
She gingerly peeked out from around the bonnet and saw one of the CAT Team members lying prone on the ground, while the second scanned the darkness with his weapon. A moment later, a second loud gunshot echoed through the empty streets, and the second CAT Team member was catapulted off his feet. Lara took a deep breath and considered her next move. She knew that she couldn’t stay here: Nala’s people would be swarming the area at any moment. But where could she go? With her mutated hoof hands, she couldn’t drive, and she wouldn’t get far on foot. What was she supposed to do? Flag down a passing car and say, “Hi, I’m a naked cowgirl in need of a ride.”
“Lady Croft, we really must be going?” A familiar voice called out from the darkness.
“Winston?” Lara shouted back.
“Indeed, Milady.” Winston replied.
Lara started to walk towards the sound of his voice but then stopped.
“Winston, I won’t go back to being your prisoner. I’d rather die!” Lara said firmly.
Winston walked out of the darkness, carrying his big game bolt action rifle with iron sights. Lara knew the weapon intimately. It was chambered in .416 Rigby – a round historically used on the plains of Africa to hunt elephants and rhinos. The CAT members’ body armour didn’t stand a chance against that!
“It wasn’t me, Lara! It was the milk! It was cursed! It drove me mad with desire!” Winston explained.
“How did you find me?” Lara asked, still not convinced that he was being truthful.
“Master Zip traced the hack of the Manor’s security network back to Natla. Then he used the traffic cameras to track the route of the van they used. Once we narrowed it down to this area, we simply looked for any properties owned by Natla Technology. This one was of particular interest, since it was owned by Natla Technology but not mentioned anywhere in their public listing.” Winston explained.
“How do you expect me to trust you – after everything that’s happened?” Lara said accusingly.
Winston looked away shamefaced. “After we no longer had access to your milk, we went through terrible withdrawal. Pain like I’ve never known in my life.” Winston said, shuddering from the memory. “I swear to you that I’m back to normal. I’m the same man who helped to raise you after your parents died. Just give me another chance.”
Lara frowned. She was reluctant to put her faith back in her old butler, because she had seen just how addictive her breast milk was; but she really didn’t have any other choice. She nodded to Winston, who turned on his heel and led her down a nearby alleyway to where her Rolls Royce was parked. Winston had to open the back passenger door for her, as her hooved hands were unable to grip the handle. The car pulled out of the alleyway and headed towards the highway. Lara was surprised when they didn’t drive back towards Croft Manor, but instead drove towards the airport.
“Where are we going?” Lara asked.
“Master Alistair believes that your curse might be reversed if you return the Idol of Phasthousa to the shrine where you found it.” Winston said.
It made sense, Lara thought. After all, that was how she cured the Idol of Hathor’s curse.
“Where are Zip and Alistair?” Lara asked.
“I made them stay home. I couldn’t trust them in close proximity to you: they might try to get another taste of your milk. Even now, I can feel the pull.” Winston said, deliberately trying not to look at her.
“So, what’s the plan?” Lara asked, trying to ignore her nakedness.
“I’ve packed the Idol of Phasthousa and some supplies in the trunk, and I’ve chartered a jet to fly us back to Greece. The flight crew has been instructed to stay locked in cockpit for the duration of our flight. Once we’re over the island where you found the artefact, we’ll tandem parachute down together.” Winston said.
“Winston. I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but there’s an enormous Minotaur inside the shrine, who probably won’t be happy to see me. In my current state, I’m not going to be able to fight my way past it.” Lara said.
“That’s what the elephant gun is for.” Winston said, patting the bolt action rifle on the seat beside him.
“Assuming this works, how do we get home?” Lara asked.
Winston held up a bulky-looking black satellite phone. “I took the liberty of hiring a fishing boat to pick us up from the Island, at the conclusion of our adventure.” Winston said smugly.
“I hope you packed a change of clothes for me.” Lara said, feeling much more optimistic.
“Of course, Milady.” Winston answered.
The flight to Greece took about 4 hours. When they were over the island, the pilot descended to 4000 feet and depressurised the cabin. Lara had to rely on Winston to dress her in the parachute. The shoulder straps went on fine, but her breasts were so enormous that he couldn’t buckle it shut around her chest. In the end, he had to use some pieces of paracord to tie the two halves of the chest straps together. Once Lara was ready to go, Winston tethered their supplies to a drop cord and then fastened his own straps behind Lara’s tandem parachute.
Dawn was just breaking as they jumped from the aircraft and floated down to the ground. When they landed, Winston stowed their parachute away and pulled his big game rifle from his duffel bag. It took them about an hour to locate the entrance to the ancient ruins. Winston hid his duffel bag behind a pillar and pulled out a smaller backpack, which contained the golden Idol of Phasthousa. Lara led the way through the ancient stone tomb, although she had to rely upon Winston to shine his flashlight ahead of them. She didn’t like how helpless she felt at having to rely on him to do everything for her.
They travelled the same route that Lara had taken almost a week earlier, passing between the thick stone columns and towering arched ceilings. They arrived at the mausoleum alcoves at the end of the arched gallery, which made up the ancient burial crypt at the heart of the tomb complex. Lara located the alcove that hid the tunnel that led to the hidden inner shrine. They both climbed inside, with Lara leading the way, by the light of Winston’s flashlight. The tunnel was so cramped that Lara’s huge breasts were scraping along the ground, leaving twin trails on the dusty stone floor. When they were only a few yards from the tunnel mouth, Lara called a halt.
“Winston, hand me the Idol.” Lara said.
Winston did as bid and Lara cradled the heavy golden Idol between her enormous breasts.
“No matter what happens, do not leave the tunnel!” Lara told him.
“But Lara, what if you get into trouble?” Winston asked.
“Winston, the Minotaur is immortal. I shot it dozens of times and it just healed every wound. If returning the Idol doesn’t undo the curse, then there’s no point both of us dying down here.” Lara said.
“I won’t leave you!” Winston said firmly.
“If you ever cared for me, you will do as I ask. Swear it, Winston! I need your word!” Lara insisted.
Winston took a deep breath. “I give you my word that I won’t leave the tunnel.” He answered finally.
“Good! Now listen carefully. I’ll draw the Minotaur out into the open, so you can shoot it. Then I’ll run to the altar and return the Idol.” Lara said.
Winston nodded his understanding. They crawled the last few yards to the tunnel opening. On the other side was a large, roughly-cut amphitheatre. The amphitheatre was pitch-black, save for the light cast by Winston’s flashlight. It looked deserted, but Lara knew that somewhere in there, the Minotaur was waiting for her. Lara gingerly climbed from the tunnel – and looked up into the Minotaur’s snorting bull-like face. Lara backed away from the tunnel mouth, towards the centre of the amphitheatre. The Minotaur followed her. When it moved directly in front of the cave mouth, Winston fired. The .416 calibre bullet left the barrel of the rifle at over 2300 feet per second, and slammed into the Minotaur’s back with the same energy as a grand piano being dropped from a height of 30 feet. The round struck the Minotaur high in its broad back and drove it down onto its knees. The monster gave a bestial roar and tried to stand, but Winston cycled the action of his rifle and fired again, driving the Minotaur back down.
“Run Lara!” Winston said, as he cycled the bolt and chambered another round.
Lara turned and clopped across the stone floor on her hooved feet, before arriving at the raised stone altar. She said a silent prayer and then placed the golden cow-shaped Idol of Phasthousa back upon the altar and waited. At first nothing happened, but then a soft white glow formed in front of the altar. As she watched, the glow grew brighter and brighter, slowly coalescing into a circular vortex almost 7 feet wide. Out of the vortex stepped the most beautiful women that Lara had ever seen, and she instinctively knew that this was the Goddess Phasthousa.
“Welcome, child. Come with me and live for all eternity as part of my father’s Sacred Herd.”
The woman’s mouth didn’t move, and yet Lara heard her voice as clearly as if she was speaking right into her ear.
“I want this curse removed!” Lara shouted. “I want you to turn me back!”
The Goddess frowned. “You reject my gift of immortality?” She said.
“I’m sorry I took your Idol! I’ve returned it to the altar – see? Please transform me back to the way I was!” Lara pleaded.
“You took the Idol. The herd must have a new member. It is the ancient law. If you will not join the herd, then your daughter must join it in your place!” The Goddess pronounced.
Lara was confused. “But, I don’t have a daughter?” She said.
“You must produce one by breeding with my avatar.” The Goddess said, pointing towards the Minotaur.
“You can’t be serious!” Lara said in disbelief.
“Only then will I restore your body. The choice is yours.” The Goddess said. Then she vanished back through the glowing portal.
“Winston, I need you to toss me a flashlight and go back to the surface!” Lara shouted.
“Miladay…” Winston started to argue.
“Winston, do as I say! I can’t have you here for this!” Lara shouted back angrily.
“I’ll… be waiting for you at the entrance. Good luck Milady.” Winston said, before pulling out a spare flashlight and rolling it across the stone floor towards her.
As Winston departed down the tunnel, Lara turned to face the glowing portal. In the deathly silence, she could hear the monstrous footsteps of the Minotaur approaching her from behind. She closed her eyes and breathed in deeply, forcing down the growing panic in her stomach. She felt a huge hand being placed on her right shoulder. Steeling herself, she turned around. By the light of the glowing portal, she got her first good look at the Minotaur that was to be her mate. Up close, it looked even more intimidating and impressive.
The huge monster towered over her: Lara was tall for a woman, at 5’9”, but the top of her head barely reached the beast’s lower chest. The monster was at least 8 feet tall – closer to 9 feet if you included the pair of huge curved horns protruding from the top of its shaggy bovine head; but beneath its bull’s head was the most perfect male body Lara had ever seen. The Minotaur’s torso formed a perfect V-shape, with broad powerful shoulders, a thick barrel-chest and well-defined abdominals and lats that were literally rippling with hard muscles. Its arms and legs were also human in appearance, but similarly oversized and thick with bulging, knotted muscles.
The perfection of its human physique stood in stark contrast to its bull-like features. Aside from its monstrous horned head, the Minotaur’s lower legs were covered in dark shaggy bovine fur, and its feet were a pair of heavy cloven hooves. The only other part of the oversized monster that was not human was the appendage that concerned her the most at this moment: its penis. Hanging down between the Minotaur’s muscular thighs was the largest cock that Lara had ever seen in person. As if reacting to her observation, the impressively large member began to harden and grow until it was the size of her forearm.
The bestial cock was dark brown in colour, matching the shaggy fur of the Minotaur’s head and hooves, with a huge blunt tip that flared outwards slightly. The cock was at least 15 inches long and a whopping 3 inches wide, which tapered down steadily towards the blunt 2.5 inch wide head. Lara felt the hard cock pressing against her stomach. It felt surprisingly warm and smooth against her skin, and it was already leaking slippery pre-cum. No point in delaying any longer or risking injury by angering the monster, Lara thought. Taking a deep breath, she climbed down onto all fours and waited.
To her surprise, the Minotaur did not mount her from behind like an animal. Instead, it effortlessly picked her up in its huge hands, scooping her up like a baby, before laying her down gently onto her back. Then it knelt down between her legs, with its heavy cock resisting against her flat stomach. It leaned down and kissed her on the cheek. Lara looked up into its eyes and saw human eyes staring back at her, filled with depthless pain. Suddenly she wondered, was the Minotaur cursed like her? Had he once been human but then been transformed by magic into the monster that he was today. How long had he been trapped down here, alone in the darkness and slowly going mad?
Great sadness touched her then, and she reached up and stroked the Minotaur’s face, seeing it for the first time as more than just a monster. The Minotaur reached down and guided the tip of its cock towards the entrance of Lara’s sopping-wet pussy. When did I become wet, Lara wondered? Was this more of Phasthousa’s magic, or was it her own body’s natural defence mechanism, to prepare her for the enormous penetration to come. The Minotaur pushed forward and Lara’s body slid backwards across the dusty stone floor. The Minotaur placed its massive hands on either side of Lara’s head and thrust forward again.
With her shoulders jammed up against the Minotaur’s muscular forearms, her body had nowhere to go. Lara groaned as she felt her pussy lips being pushed inwards by the enormous pressure of the invading cock. Its progress was slow and painful, but bit by bit, Lara’s pussy lips stretched open around the massive cock. Lara took rapid breaths, sounding like she was giving birth, as she tried to relax her pussy muscles. Just when she thought the gigantic cock would rip her in half, her pussy lips stretched open around the thick tip of the Minotaur’s cock and swallowed it inside.
Lara couldn’t believe how completely it filled her, dwarfing even the giant cocks of the werewolves she’d encountered in Alaska, while searching for the Idol of Amarok. Lara felt the internal walls of her pussy being pushed outwards by the thick girth of the cock, as it forced its way deeper inside her. Inch by inch, Lara’s pussy expanded to accommodate her bestial lover. The Minotaur was surprisingly gentle with her, allowing her time to become accustomed to its size. Lara was extremely grateful to it for that: with its enormous strength, it could have easily forced its way inside her, causing untold internal damage in the process.
Finally, she felt the Minotaur’s cock bottom-out against the back of her pussy. Lara grunted, as she felt the hard cartilage of its medial ring slam against her stretched pussy lips. The Minotaur looked down at her, as if waiting to see if she was ready for the next step. Blushing deep read, Lara wrapped her legs around the Minotaur’s thick hips, signalling that she was ready. The Minotaur started pounding in and out of her pussy with long, powerful thrusts. If she had been able to see down past her beach ball-sized breasts, she would have seen the thick outline of the Minotaur’s cock pressing out through her stomach, as it slid in and out of her rapidly loosening hole.
Lara was confused: given the Minotaur’s immense size, its cock should have been causing her incredible pain, but there was none. Was this another part of Phasthousa’s magic, to ease the breeding process? Whatever the cause, Lara was extremely grateful, because the Minotaur soon picked up the pace. Lara’s swollen buttocks jiggled beneath her, and her oversized breasts bounced up and down against her chest, as the Minotaur pounded in and out of her stretched pussy. She felt so wet that the Minotaur’s dark cock must have been dripping and glistening with her juices.
At the apex of each thrust, the Minotaur’s thick cock slammed against her cervix. Lara moaned and instinctively wrapped her legs tighter around the Minotaur’s back, while angling her hips upwards to try and match the rhythm of its thrusts. After a few minutes of hard fucking, Lara felt something deep inside her shift and begin to give way. Her battered cervix slowly started to bulge inwards, distending around the enormous cock that was slamming against it like a medieval battering-ram.
Again and again the massive blunt head of the Minotaur’s cock collided with her cervix. The Minotaur was relentless, and when her cervix could stretch inwards no further, it had no choice but to slowly stretch open instead. Lara moaned loudly, as the Minotaur’s cock relentlessly battered its way through her cervix, forcing the tiny pinprick opening to expand wider and wider. Lara’s cervix slowly began to loosen, dilating open 1 inch and then 2. Lara’s entire body was shaking now. The Minotaur had been fucking her for almost 10 minutes and didn’t show any signs of tiring. Finally, just when Lara thought she could take no more, her battered cervix finally gave way.
The Minotaur roared and Lara screamed at the top of her lungs, as the monster’s 15 inch-long cock tore through her cervix and penetrated her womb. Lara’s straining pussy lips were stretched open even wider, as they were forced to expand around the Minotaur’s 3-inch-thick medial ring. Lara bucked and writhed as the Minotaur’s entire 15 inches cock impaled her gaping pussy again and again. She could feel it pistoning in and out of her stretched pussy lips and slamming repeatedly against the back of her womb. She could feel the Minotaur’s heavy balls slapping against her enlarged buttocks, each time it bottomed out inside her.
Lara started to shake, on the verge of the most powerful orgasm of her life. It has to be the curse, Lara thought, as she was finally pushed over the edge. Every muscle in her body tensed-up and her face assumed a comical ahegao expression. Her tongue lolled out from her mouth and drool started dribbling from her lips, her cheeks turned bright red and her eyes lost focus and rolled back into her head. While Lara’s body bucked and quacked uncontrollably, riding the endless waves of her orgasm, the Minotaur roared and started to cum.
A flood of warm cum jetted directly into Lara’s womb. With no way to escape past the airtight seal of her cervix, the gooey cum completely filled her fertile womb and then flowed up into her fallopian tubes. Lara’s flat stomach started to bulge outwards around her cum-filled womb, but the Minotaur’s primary objective was occurring deep inside her: the monster’s potent cum had inseminated not one but two of Lara’s precious eggs. Lara’s cum inflated belly didn’t just look pregnant; now it actually was pregnant.
The Minotaur finally stopped cuming and pulled out of Lara’s sloppy pussy with a loud sucking sound. As it did so, a thick torrent of cum gushed from her ruined hole and pooled beneath her buttocks. Lara’s formerly tight pussy had been transformed into a deep gaping hole almost the size of her fist. Lara struggled to sit up and then screamed in agony as a sharp stabbing pain grew inside her freshly plundered womb. Lara gripped her stomach tightly, and then felt it bulge outwards beneath her fingers. Normally, no pregnancy would be possible with a cervix stretched and gaping open like hers, but the magic of Phasthousa knew no such limitations. Deep inside her womb, two of her eggs had been inseminated and attached themselves to the walls of her uterus. There they began to change and grow, as their cells split and multiplied.
Lara groaned in pain, as new life grew inside her at a magically accelerated rate. The hulking Minotaur knelt down by Lara’s head a placed a reassuring hand on her rapidly growing belly. For every second that passed in the outside world, the two nascent embryos inside her womb developed a full day. Within the space of a few minutes, Lara’s belly equalled and then surpassed the enormous size of her breasts, as her unborn children grew to maturity. Lara’s swollen belly was almost the size of a large yoga ball by the time she finally went into labour. Thankfully, the births were swift: Lara’s gaping pussy and obscenely stretched cervix had little difficulty stretching the last few inches to deliver her babies, and they slid out of her ruined pussy like it was a waterslide.
Lara couldn’t see her babies, as her enormously swollen breasts were still obstructing her view. The Minotaur gently lifted each infant up onto Lara’s breasts, where they latched onto her nipples and began to suckle. Lara finally got her first look at her new daughters and they were beautiful. They looked like sweet little angels, even despite their cute little hooves and tiny curved horns. Lara raised her hoofed hands and cradled her daughters with her forearms, as they drank from her massive breasts. Behind her, there was another flash from the glowing gateway and the Goddess Phasthousa reappeared. She appeared to be very pleased indeed.
“Not one but two new daughters for the herd. We are truly blessed!” Phasthousa said telepathically.
Lara was too exhausted to speak, and merely enjoyed the time bonding with her new daughters. It was almost heartbreaking to think of them being taken from her by Phasthousa. The Goddess seemed to sense her anxiety.
“It is not too late for you to join your daughters in the herd. You would be free from any mortal concerns and would live happily for thousands of years.” Phasthousa said.
Lara was sorely tempted to say yes, but deep down, she was still the Countess of Abingdon, and she had a higher destiny to fulfil. It would break her heart, but she would have to say goodbye to her new daughters.
“I can’t.” Lara answered.
“So be it. I will restore your body as agreed, and take the two infants.” Phasthousa said and raised her right hand.
A bright glow passed over Lara’s body and her physical form began to change. Her swollen stomach, still slack from giving birth, began to deflate. Her enormous breasts and buttocks also began to shrink. Lara shivered with pleasure, as she felt her gaping pussy slowly shrinking closed. The loose skin and stretch marks around her stomach vanished, and her breasts and buttocks returned to their former size. Lara looked down at her hands and saw that they were no longer hoofs; the same was true of her feet. She was herself again! Lara was so relieved that she barely noticed the approach of the Goddess.
Phasthousa bent down and gently lifted the two sleeping baby cowgirls from Lara’s chest. It was strange, but now that Lara was no longer a cowgirl herself, she no longer felt the same strong emotional attachment to them. Whatever magic had inspired that maternal instinct was severed when she became fully human again. Lara watched the Goddess carry the two baby cowgirls back through the magical portal, to God knows where. Then the portal shut behind her, and the cavern was plunged into darkness.
Lara groped around blindly until she managed to locate the flashlight near her feet. She turned it on and then wished that she hadn’t. She found herself staring again into the monstrous face of the Minotaur, but this time she did not see any humanity there, but only an enraged beast. Lara scooped up the flashlight and tried to sprint towards the tunnel entrance, but the Minotaur encircled her waist with its monstrously strong arms and pulled her backwards. As she was lifted high into the air, Lara worried that the Minotaur would simply kill her – either by ripping her apart with its bare hands or by goring her to death on its wickedly sharp horns.
The Minotaur had no such intentions. It slammed her down onto the dusty stone floor, not hard enough to break her, but hard enough to knock the wind out of her. The Minotaur flipped her over onto her hands and knees and then knelt down behind her. Lara’s eyes widened in horror, as she felt the blunt tip of the Minotaur’s cock pressing against the entrance of her newly restored pussy. Lara tried to crawl away, but the Minotaur wrapped an arm around her tiny waist and held her immobile. Lara screamed as the gigantic cock forced its way inside her. This time there was no magic to numb the pain, and she felt every searing inch of its cock splitting her apart.
Lara cried and thrashed about, as her smooth pussy lips were stretched apart and pushed inside her. Once the flared tip of the Minotaur’s cock had penetrated her pussy, it rammed forward with all of its considerably strength and buried 7 inches of its cock inside her. Lara grunted with pain, as the thick cock slammed against her newly healed cervix. Trapped down on all fours beneath the enraged Minotaur, Lara could only sob helplessly, as she was mounted doggy style by the towering monster.
The Minotaur showed her no mercy, brutally pounding its cock in and out of her stretched pussy. Lara again felt the excruciating pain of her cervix being stretched and bulged by its massive cock. Moments later, she passed out from the pain, when the Minotaur’s enormous cock penetrated her cervix and slammed into her womb. Lara was thankfully unconscious while the Minotaur impaled her pussy and plundered her womb. It shot its cum deep inside her, filling her uterus with its potent seed, but thankfully for Lara it was no longer compatible with her eggs. Then the Minotaur pulled out of her gaping pussy with a loud plop.
It took the beast only minutes to recover its erection, ready to go again. Lara was just waking up when she felt the monster’s flared cock slide in-between her gorgeous buttocks.
“No, No, NOOO!” Lara screamed piteously, as her tight anal sphincter was caved in by the monstrous cock.
Lara cried and begged for mercy, as her asshole stretched inwards around the invading cock. She tried to crawl away, but the Minotaur’s powerful grip held her in place, as it stretched her tortured anus open around its cock. Lara shuddered as the 2.5 inch wide head plunged inside her asshole. Then she screamed again, as the Minotaur roughly shoved its entire 15 inch long cock inside her. Lara struggled to breathe. It felt like the enormous cock was rearranging her internal organs, it was so deep inside her. Lara looked down and saw the distinctive outline of the Minotaur’s enormous cock pressing out through her flat stomach. She was horrified to see that it almost reached her ribcage.
The Minotaur started to piston the full length of its cock in and out of her tortured anus. Lara whimpered as it fucked the entire length of her rectum. She was sure that the tip must even be penetrating her colon. Lara felt her gaping asshole being repeatedly battered by the enlarged 3-inch diameter medial ring of the Minotaur’s monstrously thick cock. She worried that even if she should she survive this rape, her anal muscles might be so damaged that she’d be made incontinent for the rest of her life.
The Minotaur’s heavy balls were slapping repeatedly against her pussy, providing some stimulation, but Lara was in far too much pain to even think about orgasming. The Minotaur roared and ejaculated inside her. Lara clutched her stomach in pain, as her rectum and colon were filled with cum and bulged painfully from the pressure. When the Minotaur finally pulled out, Lara’s once tight asshole had been reduced to a loose gaping 3-inch-wide hole. Lara tried to crawl painfully away, as cum leaked out from her sloppy, ruined asshole, but the Minotaur wasn’t finished punishing her for desecrating the sanctity of its shrine.
“Please… no more!” Lara begged, as the Minotaur grabbed her by the ponytail and dragged her back towards the centre of the amphitheatre.
Lara was yanked up onto her knees, face-to-face with the Minotaur’s massive cock, which was still fresh from plundering her ruined asshole. Lara grimaced in horror when the monster slapped its slimy cock against her cheek. It wasn’t just that she found the thought of performing ass-to-mouth with the monster egregious and revolting; she doubted that she could fit something that huge inside her mouth. The Minotaur yanked back on Lara’s ponytail and slapped its cock against her face again. Lara could tell that it was growing frustrated and impatient. Fearing what the Minotaur might do if she angered it further, Lara reluctantly stuck out her tongue and started to pleasure the Minotaur with her mouth.
Lara’s tongue licked long wet lines up and down the underside of the Minotaur’s thick cock. It tasted revolting, but she forced down her disgust and slid her bee-stung lips along both sides of the monster’s long shaft. The Minotaur shifted on its hooves, and Lara prayed that it would be satisfied by her oral skills. She reached up and began stroking the shaft with her hand, while licking her tongue in wet circles over the blunt head. Then she licked her tongue back down the underside of its thick shaft and her tongue all over its heavy balls.
The Minotaur rubbed its massive cock all over her face, smearing Lara’s beautiful features with a mixture of wet saliva and sticky cum; but then it pressed the blunt tip of its cock against her lips. Lara stuck out her tongue and enthusiastically licked all over the flared tip, but the Minotaur was no longer satisfied with just her tongue and wanted to sample her mouth and throat as well. The Minotaur reached down and squeezed its fingers into Lara’s flushed cheeks, forcing her mouth to open. Then it pressed its enormously thick cock inside.
Lara thrashed against the Minotaur’s vice-like grip of her head, as it forced the tip of its cock between her stretched-open lips. She only just barely managed to squeeze the 2.5 inch-wide cockhead inside her gaping mouth before it rammed forward. Lara thrashed and gagged as the enormous cock slid deeper inside her mouth. The Minotaur’s cock gradually thickened towards its prominent medial ring, and Lara screamed piteously as her jaws were painfully dislocated by the massively thick cock. The Minotaur, unconcerned by her suffering, pushed in deeper.
Lara was in agony, impotently cradling her ruined lower-jaw, as the Minotaur thrust deeper inside her distended mouth. Then she gagged violently, as the blunt head pushed past her tonsils and down into her throat. Lara tried to pull away, but the Minotaur had clamped its hands tight around her head, holding her in place. The Minotaur leaned forward slightly, putting its cock on a downward angle so that it could squeeze more of its shaft inside her throat. Lara screamed in pain and horror, as the Minotaur’s thick cock slid painfully down her helpless throat.
Lara felt the delicate flesh of her throat being stretched open obscenely around the Minotaur’s enormously thick cock. Inch by inch, it forced its cock deeper down her throat. The beast’s thick cock was clearly visible bulging out through her expanded throat. As it pressed deeper, Lara’s delicate throat started to resemble a python trying to swallow a small animal. The Minotaur pushed deeper and deeper inside her stretched-open throat, until it had buried the entire length of its cock in-between her lips. Lara sobbed and gagged and struggled desperately to breathe, as she was brutally face-fucked by the Minotaur.
It fucked her brutally and without mercy. Its hard crotch slammed repeatedly into Lara’s beautiful face, splitting open her lip and giving her a bloody nose. The enormous cock stretched open her tight throat again and again, while its thick shaft slammed in and out of her ruined mouth and its heavy balls slapped painfully against her chin. Saliva and pre-cum drooled from her dislocated mouth and streamed down her chin. Just when she thought that she would pass out again, the Minotaur came, sending a thick stream of cum shooting directly into Lara’s stomach.
The Minotaur finally pulled out of Lara’s distended mouth, sending more streams of cum overflowing from her lips and oozing down her cheeks and chin.
The Minotaur lay down on its back, while Lara collapsed forward onto the floor, cradling her ruined jaw. She winced as she pushed it back into place, feeling the damaged sinews rubbing and grinding against the bone. Yet she also felt something else: a pleasant warm glow emanating from her stomach. Lara looked down and saw that her stretched-out pussy was slowly regenerating itself and squeezing shut; and the same process was occurring with her gaping asshole. Her body seemed to be healing itself before her very eyes. However, Lara’s attention was quickly stolen away by the Minotaur’s magnificent cock, which was still leaking precious cum.
Lara was filled with an irresistible urge to drink down more of the delicious gooey cum. She crawled over to the happily dozing Minotaur and started hungrily swallowing the cum from its cock. Lara wrapped her red lips around the flared tip of the cock and sucked down the last few weak spurts of cum. Then she licked her tongue up and down the thick cock, greedily lapping-up the cum that had leaked down its long shaft. The more she drank, the better she felt, and soon all of her previous wounds were completely healed. As she licked the last trickles of cum from the Minotaur’s shaft, Lara realised the Minotaur’s potent cum must possess the same magical healing properties as her breast milk. She also realised, with a fright, that it was probably just as addictive.
It took all of her self-control to finally wrench her lips away from the Minotaur’s delicious cock. She had no intention of living out the rest of her life trapped down here in this tomb, greedily sucking cum from the Minotaur’s cock, in-between being brutally raped and violated. Moving as quietly as she could, Lara backed away from the Minotaur and gently scooped up her fallen flashlight. Suddenly, the Minotaur’s eyes blinked open. Lara turned and ran. The Minotaur leapt to its feet and sprinted after her. Lara could hear its heavy footfalls gaining on her. She had almost reached the entrance to the tunnel, but the Minotaur was right behind her now.
As the Minotaur reached for her, Lara leapt towards the tunnel entrance. She landed hard on her stomach, sliding forward on the dusty stone floor. The Minotaur slammed into the tunnel entrance behind her, madly reaching inside and trying to drag her back. It missed her ankles by mere inches, as Lara scrambled away from it. The enraged Minotaur let out a deafening roar and madly tore at the entrance to the tunnel. Lara recovered her flashlight and crawled away down the tunnel.
Lara navigated her way back out of the tomb to where Winston was waiting for her. He had the good manners to avert his eyes and not comment on her appearance. Lara’s naked body was covered in dirt and filth, her beautiful face was smeared with drying blood and cum, and copious amounts of gooey cum was trickling down her inner thighs. They made their way down to the beach, where Lara waded out into the warm Mediterranean water and washed the blood, dirt and cum from her body. As she splashed the cum from her pussy and asshole, it took all of her self-control not to scoop the delicious substance up and lick it from her fingers.
When she was finally clean, she dried herself off in the warm Mediterranean sun and then dressed in the t-shirt and leggings that Winston had packed for her to wear. After so many days being completely naked, it felt good to wear clothes again. Winston had already called for their ride, and a small fishing boat arrived at the beach less than an hour later. The fishing boat ferried them to the nearest Greek port, and from there it was a short limousine ride to the airport, followed by a 4 hour flight back to London. Lara busied herself on the flight, booking a hotel room and arranging for a new outfit and makeup to be delivered to her room.
“Are you sure you’re up to this?” Winston asked, concerned.
“I’m the guest of honour, Winston. Besides, I need to stamp out these rumours and show the world that I’m me again.” Lara answered.
When they landed, Winston drove her to the exclusive central London hotel where she had booked a room for the night. Lara was a frequent guest of the hotel, often preferring to stay the night in London after important social gatherings, rather than having to make the long drive back to her Abingdon Estate. Once inside the hotel, Lara went to her room, applied her makeup and dressed in the outfit she had selected. Then she went back downstairs and waited for Winston to bring the car around. Winston drove the Rolls Royce around to the front of the hotel and then drove her the short distance to the British Museum, where the Idol of Hathor was going to be officially unveiled.
Important dignitaries and politicians were already arriving, and numerous photographers and reporters were lining either side of the red carpet. Lara’s black Rolls Royce came to a halt in front of the Museum and one of the black-suited security guards rushed forward to open the rear passenger door for whichever VIP was inside. As the door swung open, all of the gathered press craned to see which politician or celebrity would be getting out. After a short pause, a breathtakingly beautiful woman emerged from the backseat.
The woman was wearing an elegant backless evening gown made from floral-patterned pink lace, embellished with rose-gold sequins. The expensive lace of the dress protected the lady’s modesty, but did nothing to disguise the exquisite shape of her long athletic legs, or the outline of her sexy bubble butt. The low back flaunted the smooth skin of her shoulders and the sensual curve of her lower back, but it was the front that drew the most attention. The deep plunging neckline of the dress started just a few inches above the woman’s tiny waist and drew the eyes down into the deep V of her exposed cleavage. The dress made it obvious that the woman wasn’t wearing a bra and yet her large breasts didn’t droop or sag at all; rather they seemed to defy gravity and bounced pleasingly with each graceful step of her elegant rose-gold coloured high heels.
“Lady Croft!” Shouted the first photographer to recognise her.
The red carpet was suddenly filled with pandemonium, as the gathered press jostled with each other to get the best picture of the world famous Lara Croft. Several other VIPs looked miffed as their interviews ended mid-sentence and the reporters that had been speaking with them flocked over to where Lara stood.
“Lara! Lara! Do you have anything to say about the rumours that you got breast implants?” One journalist shouted out.
Lara kept walking but turned her beautiful face towards the journalist asking the question. The cameras flashed continuously, capturing the feminine perfection of her outfit.
“You really shouldn’t believe everything you see in the tabloids – especially fake photographs.” Lara answered.
“You’re saying the photographs were altered?” The journalist asked.
Lara grinned back at him, and her gorgeous smile was contagious. “Does it look like I have G-cups?” She asked, before walking inside the Museum.
The following day, dozens of newspapers and gossip websites were forced to issue embarrassing retractions. It turned out that the photographs showing Lara Croft with enlarged breasts were all part of an elaborate hoax orchestrated by half a dozen paparazzi photographers in Greece. Of course, the paparazzi in question vehemently denied altering the photos; but when Lara appeared in public at the British Museum Gala Dinner obviously unaltered, no one believed them, and the entire incident was chalked up as fake news.

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