Lara Croft and the Ruby of Doom - Part 2

WARNING: This story is strictly fictional and is not intended to portray any real persons, living or dead, nor is it at all intended to encourage the type of activity portrayed here. It is not to be sold for profit. It is strictly a fantasy, intended for the personal enjoyment of those who appreciate the superheroine in bondage/peril/sexual situations genre. The story depicts graphic sexual situations, including bondage, violence, and non-consensual sex, among a number of other nasty things. It is NOT intended, nor is it at all suitable, for minors. If you are under the age of 18, or if this type of thing offends you, you shouldn’t be reading it. Otherwise, read on, and enjoy.

Part Two: The Ritual

If she'd been given the chance, Lara Croft might have explained to her sadistic, depraved captors that asphyxiating her into unconsciousness had been completely unnecessary. The sheer power of the unexpected orgasm at the end of their double rape had completely sapped her considerable strength. Had her captors released her from the chains that held her spread-eagled between the stone columns after their ménage à trois, they would have seen her collapse to the sandy floor of the underground cavern like a new-born kitten. As it was, it ensured that she remained unconscious for some time, allowing Dr. Lopez and Hector to prepare Lara's voluptuous body for the ritual they had spoken about so ominously and ambiguously.

Lara's eyelids eventually fluttered open, her dark brown eyes rolling lazily in their sockets as she struggled to regain consciousness. She attempted to shake her head to clear the cobwebs within it, but could manage no more than a slow, ineffectual rolling of her lovely head. Gradually, she began to take stock of her surroundings.

At first, Lara thought she might be in some sort of isolation chamber or even blindfolded, as she could see nothing, just a dark, empty void. Slowly but surely, however, she made sense of what she saw--or couldn't see--and of where she was. Lara was lying on her back, still spread-eagled, still inescapably bound. She realized that the dark empty void she saw was in fact the roof of the cavern, formed from dark granite and poorly lit. She could feel her naked body resting on a cool, hard surface--some sort of large rock. The rock was curved, which had the effect of arching Lara's nude frame across it. She realized she was not, in fact, staring straight up, but slightly backwards, at the huge stone idol she had seen from the far end of the cavern previously; she had obviously been moved closer to it. She tried to lift her head, but at first, found she did not have the strength even for that simple task.

She turned her head instead to study her new bindings. Her arms were pulled over her head and her wrists encircled by iron manacles. The manacles, in turn, were connected to chains, which were attached to huge metal rings; these formidable iron rings were staked into the ground around the large arched rock Lara was stretched out upon. She could not see her feet, but could feel cold metal manacles around her ankles; that and her shapely legs' spread immobility told her that her lower limbs were similarly bound.

Lara wore no clothing; during her period of unconsciousness, what little clothing her rapists had left her--her boots and gloves--had been removed. She lay, stretched out and spread-eagled on her back, arched over the cold stone, as naked as the day she'd been born. Gradually, Lara noticed other details of her predicament. Her curvaceous behind, for example, did not rest on the arched rock, but seemed to hang over some sort of hole or hollow in the large stone. She also noticed the main source of light for the cavern, the hole she had fallen through, which was above her head and to her far left. It cast a slanted shaft of late afternoon sunlight into the cavern that illuminated a circle of sandy ground, a few feet away from Lara, like a spotlight.

When she looked above her head, she saw two huge stone feet, the base of the huge stone carving she had seen earlier. She recalled that as her rape had gone on, the eyes of this large graven idol had seemed to glow in response to her inexplicably wanton response. Or had it been the other way around? Had the idol encouraged or forced her sexual pleasure? Or had she simply been imagining things?

Lara shook her head impatiently. Quit wool-gathering, you bloody nit, and find a way out of this! she chided herself angrily. She began to pull at her bonds, desperately seeking any weakness in the chains that bound her arms and legs but finding none. But Lara Croft, Tomb Raider, refused to give up; she kept pulling, certain she could find a weak spot and escape. Sweat began to form on her naked body, and her exertions attracted the attention of her captors.

"Ah, Lady Croft," the lilting alto of Dr. Maria Lopez echoed softly through the underground chamber. "I am so very glad you have rejoined us. You may struggle with your bindings all you want, but I assure you they're quite secure." Dr. Lopez walked over to Lara and stood above the Tomb Raider's head. She wore a long, deep red silk cloak that flowed over her shoulders and arms and down her back, but left her front completely exposed. She wore nothing else save for leather sandals with thong bindings that wrapped around her shapely calves to just below the knee. Laying on her back and looking up at her, Lara's view was dominated by Lopez' long, naked legs, the dark curls of pubic hair over her pussy, and her breasts. Above those naked breasts, Lopez' beautiful Latina features smiled down arrogantly at her helpless captive.

"Seems you've thought of everything," Lara snarled, looking up at her beautiful tormentor.

"Of course," Lopez said with mild annoyance. "For a ritual such as this one, everything must be perfect. Including the victim. That's you, in case you haven't figured it out yet."

Lara only gave an angry tug at her bonds in response. "So what does this bloody ritual consist of?" she asked, though not sure if she wanted to know.

"You're about to find out, Lady Croft," Lopez remarked ominously. "Hector," she called to her hulking henchman, "bring me the needle," she ordered, her dark eyes, gleaming with malevolence, never leaving Lara's.

The Tomb Raider's heart skipped a beat upon hearing the command. Needle?!? What the bloody hell... Lara thought as her dark brown eyes opened wide and she glanced around nervously. She saw the large, naked figure of Lopez' sadistic henchman walk over to his mistress and hand her a long, thin, metal needle, almost as long as her forearm and about an eighth of an inch thick..

"Are you going to knit me a sweater?" Lara asked sarcastically, forcing herself to cover her growing fear.

Lopez laughed softly as her slender fingers caressed the long silver needle. She gave Lara's large, naked breasts an amused glance. "We really don't have time to do that," she remarked. "But don't worry. Those magnificent tits of yours will be wearing something very soon." Lopez cast a glance at Hector. "Get the rings," she ordered, her lilting voice taking on a hard, menacing tone.

RINGS?!? Lara thought in a rising panic, rapidly putting together everything Lopez had said, but not wanting to believe it. No...they can't mean...NO!!

Hector walked back to Lopez carrying three gold rings, each the same thickness as the needle and about an inch in diameter. The two sadistic villains glanced at the rings, then both cast leering, malicious eyes towards Lara's large, luscious breasts.

"NO!!" Lara cried, her head shaking desperately, "...you can't do this!! It's BARBARIC!!" Her naked body began to writhe desperately in its bonds; her breathing became rapid and shallow, making her breasts jiggle enticingly on her chest.

"Ms. Croft, as you have already found out today, I can do anything to you and your whoreish body that I wish," Lopez replied matter-of-factly. "Hector, hold her down."

"No..." Lara grunted, teeth clenched, as Hector spread his powerful body onto the arched rock on her right, his feet on the ground near her head. He pressed his right forearm and much of his upper body weight onto her torso, his elbow at her navel, his hand spread across her sternum. As a result, Lara found she could barely move her upper body, and even found it difficult to breathe.

Dr. Lopez leaned against the rock on Lara's left and eyed the archeologist's huge mammaries. "Eenie, meenie, minie, moe..." she said playfully as she tapped the sharp tip of the needle against each of Lara's pink nipples in turn. "Ah, to hell with it. Let's start with the right one. Hector, hold that huge tit still if you can."

The henchman pressed both hands around Lara's right breast, squeezing it tightly and forcing the areola and nipple to stand out, painfully prominent at the top of the pale white mound. Lara gasped as her breast was compressed so firmly and painfully. She then lifted her head and saw Lopez slowly moving the needle towards her tender areola.

"NO!!" Lara gasped as she felt the sharp tip of the needle contact her flesh. She dropped her head back against the rock, shut her eyes tight, and clenched her teeth in an anguished grimace as she did her best to shut out the imminent pain.

It did no good.

"YAAAAAAARRRGGGGHHH!!!!" Lara screeched, her cry of pain echoing in the dark chamber, as Lopez forced the needle through the base of her captive's nipple. Lara's hands clenched into tight fists and her head whipped madly from side to side as the excruciating pain of the piercing seemed to set her entire body on fire. Then Lopez withdrew the needle, eliciting a loud gasp from Lara and causing blood to trickle down the Tomb Raider's huge mounds.

"OHHHHHMMMMYYYGOD!!!" Lara screamed as she felt Lopez force the tip of the gold ring through the hole in Lara's sensitive flesh that she had just created. She then twisted the ring closed. Lara tried to writhe away from the pain, but Hector held her fast. Lara gasped once again as she felt Lopez spreading some sort of stinging ointment into the tiny wound on her breast.

"That will cauterize the wound and stop the bleeding," Lopez said over Lara's groans of pain. "We don't want you bleeding to death before the ritual, now do we?"

"Y-you b-bloody bitch...," Lara whispered painfully through clenched teeth, "I'll...I'll k-kill you..." she threatened as tears formed in her dark brown eyes, despite her efforts to keep them at bay.

"I doubt you'll get the chance, my dear Ms. Croft," Lopez informed her superciliously. "Now...back to work, Hector. Hold the slut's left tit still."

"NOOOOoooo..." Lara groaned as she felt Lopez' henchman shift his grip and painfully squeeze her left breast. She turned her head to the right, squeezed her eyes shut, and waited for the pain.

She didn't have long to wait. Once again, Lopez pushed the needle through Lara's areola, piercing the tender flesh and eliciting a cry of agony from the beautiful archeologist.

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!" Lara screamed as the sadistic doctor's needle tore through her flesh, setting her nerve endings on fire. Through a fever of pain, Lara once again felt the needle removed, the gold ring forced through the tip of her breast and snapped shut, and the stinging ointment applied. Then Hector released her breast and Lara wobbly lifted her head to analyze the damage to her body. She saw her magnificent, huge breasts streaked with her own blood, and at their apex, each nipple pierced with a bright gold, slightly bloody ring at its base. She lowered her head back onto the rock and an agonized sob escaped her lips.

"Y-you bloody b-bastards," she muttered, fighting back tears, "w-why are you doing this t-to me?"

"That will soon become clear, my darling Lara," Lopez replied. "But we're not quite done..." Lara lifted her head and looked at her captor in alarmed confusion. "One more ring...!" Lopez said, holding up the item in front of Lara's sweat-and-tear stained face and smiling sadistically. "Where do you suppose it goes?"

Lara only shook her head, not comprehending. Then she saw her captors shift their bodies down the rock to which she was fastened and focus on Lara's exposed and naked lower torso.

"No..." she whispered, not wanting to believe what was about to happen to her, "...NO!!! DON'T!!! PLEASE!!!" she screamed, begging, helpless in her bonds. She then felt Hector press his forearms against her hips and her upper thighs to hold her still, and felt Lopez' slender fingers pinching the lips of her pussy. Lara's head fell back against the rock; her dark brown eyes were wide open and darting about the room like those of some helpless animal. She began to hyperventilate. Then the sharp, blood-slicked needle pierced that most tender part of her.

"NNNNGGGAAAAAAAAAA!!!!" Lara squealed, her back arching in agony despite Hector's weight, as Lopez pierced her pussy lips right beneath her clit. Her shapely legs convulsed beneath the henchman's weight. "HHHHUUUUUNNNNHHH!!!" she moaned hoarsely as she felt the needle withdrawn and the last ring pushed through her feminine folds. Tears ran freely from her closed eyes and downwards into her hair and ears as she felt the cauterizing ointment applied to her vagina.

"There, now that wasn't so bad, was it?" Dr. Lopez said cheerfully as she pushed her nearly-naked body up off the rock. "Well, not for Hector and myself, anyway." Lara only glared at Lopez in her misery, pain, and growing hatred for the Hispanic academic; her glorious body, awash with sweat and streaked with her own blood, still writhed in agony on the stone slab. "Hmph. Lady Lara Croft. How ridiculous. You have the body of a jumped-up scullery maid. And the way you reacted to our rape before...disgusting. Hardly the behavior of a lady. I've merely marked your whoreish body to identify it for what it is," Lopez said venomously, "the fat-breasted flesh of a breeding animal."

"You're the animal, you bitch," Lara snarled through clenched teeth. "I'll see you in hell."

"Ladies first," Lopez countered. Then the beautiful sadist looked away from Lara to the sunlight slanting into the chamber through the hole in the cavern's roof. The pool of light it created was creeping closer to the rock where Lara was chained. "Hector, the time is near. Bring the ruby."

Lara focused through the pain to study the object that had brought her so much pain and misery--the Ruby of Xentopah, the Ruby of Doom. Hector carried it towards her, cradling it in his hands with no small amount of reverence. It was the size of a man's fist, egg-shaped, multi-faceted and utterly flawless; it glowed blood-red even in the dim light of the cavern. The precious stone was set inside a net of thin golden threads, which was in turn attached to three long, thin gold chains.

While Hector brought the ruby, Lopez walked to a nearby lever set into the floor. She pulled the lever 45 degrees towards the rock and Lara. Ancient machinery sprung to life. Lara suddenly heard old stone gears grinding; a light dust fell from the ceiling directly above her. She looked up and saw a circular ring of gold descending towards her, the chains suspending it making a clanking sound as they moved through the gears. It came to rest about a meter above her body. Lara saw that the ring was a little more than a foot in diameter, and had three chains connected to it which ran back into the gloomy ceiling. She wondered as to its purpose.

Lara watched as Hector held the ruby inside the middle of the ring hanging above her. He carefully lowered it until it came to rest just under the ring. Lopez then took hold of the thin gold chains connected to the ruby and delicately threw them over the ring so they hung down on the outside of it. Two of the chains hung over the top of the ring, hanging over Lara's breasts; the third hung over the bottom of the ring, hanging over her mid-section. Lara's dark brown eyes widened as she fathomed the purpose of the chains.

Lopez smiled as she saw the wheels turning behind Lara's eyes. "You didn't think the gold rings I gave you were just for show, did you?" she asked as she pulled on of the chains towards the gold ring that pierced Lara's left areola. She wrenched the bottom link of the chain open with her fingers. She then tilted the nipple ring on Lara's left breast up, making the young Englishwoman gasp, and ran the chain link through it. She then pressed the chain link shut.

As Lara watched with growing trepidation, Lopez repeated her actions with the second gold chain, attaching it to the nipple ring on Lara's right breast. Then Lara felt rather than saw Lopez move down and clip the third and final chain through the pussy ring. Hector still held the ruby, but the sadistic smirk on his face told Lara that he would soon release it. Sweat ran across Lara's body in rivulets as she anticipated the pain she was surely about to endure.

"Gently, Hector," Lopez instructed her henchman. "We don't want the sacrificial whore damaged."

Gradually, Hector lowered the ruby. Lara felt the chains attached to the tenderest parts of her flesh go taut as they began to take the weight of the precious stone. Slowly, Hector released his hold on the ruby, leaving the stone hanging below the large hanging ring, suspended only by the three chains connected to Lara's nipple and pussy rings.

"OHHHHHH CHRIIIIIIIIST!!!" Lara moaned as she felt the tension on her recently-pierced, hyper-sensitive pussy and nipples. Though small, the ruby was relatively heavy--at least one pound, possibly two. She arched her back, then convulsed in pain. The beautiful archeologist gasped as she felt that movement jar the ruby, causing it to sway and pull on each of the three chains in turn. Though she wanted to scream and writhe in agony, Lara struggled to calm her mutilated body so as to decrease the pain caused by the ruby's weight.

"Excellent," Lopez declared, "the sacrifice is ready." She glanced once again at the pool of sunlight; it now lit the ground at the base of the sacrificial stone. "The hour is almost at hand. We must prepare ourselves."

Lost in her agony, Lara did not notice as her tormentors vanished into the gloom around her. She tried to remember the meditation exercises she'd been taught by a Buddhist monk in Tibet. She calmed her mind, calmed her breathing, calmed her body. Then one of the chain links flipped from one side of the hanging ring to the other, yanking painfully at her nipple. It made Lara gasp and shattered her concentration. "Bugger!" she swore, then muttered, "...shaven-headed, silken-robed, poncy bastard probably never had his willy and nipples pierced..."

Lara's attention was drawn back to the present by the return of her captors. Dr. Lopez approached Lara's spread and bound legs, while Hector came to stand directly behind and above Lara's head. Neither one wore any clothing, although Lara did see Dr. Lopez wearing the strap-on dildo she had used earlier when she had fucked Lara. The voluptuous Englishwoman gasped to see the black phallus again and shivered at how it would feel inside her pierced pussy. Above her head, she could see Hector's huge cock, fully erect, and realized where it was heading. With the imminent threat of another double rape, Lara did not notice that the pool of light from the hole in the cavern's ceiling was now directly on her body, illuminating it.

Dr. Lopez began to chant something in a tongue that Lara couldn't quite place but theorized was ancient Mayan. The Tomb Raider realized that the mysterious ritual was at hand; it evidently involved more forced sex, which did not, at this point, surprise her in the least. Her suspicions were confirmed when the Hispanic academic, still chanting in a steady drone, kneeled between Lara's spread legs and aimed the tip of the dildo at the entrance to Lara's pussy. Unnoticed by Lara, the sun had left her body and crept upwards, illuminating first the floor then the base of the wall to her left. Then a shaft of light touched the base of the ruby which hung over Lara's helpless body.

Suddenly, the air in the room seemed to change, growing warmer and denser. A soft, reddish glow suffused the chamber as the ruby seemed alight from within, and Lara felt light-headed, as if she'd just downed several shooters of tequila. Her dark brown eyes rolled in her head, and as she looked past Hector's naked body and huge erection, she thought she once again saw the eyes of the huge stone idol glowing brightly in the gloom. Lara felt an unwanted sexual thrill run through her; she felt her abused pussy lubricate, preparing itself for sex. Her genitals and breasts throbbed, not with pain, but with an intense pleasure. Lara moaned as her body betrayed her and prepared to accept its impending violation.

Lopez felt the shift in the room's air and slowly thrust her hips forward, pushing the dildo into the sexual sacrifice she had prepared for the ancient Mayan king-cum-god. The penetration of her pierced pussy should have caused Lara excruciating agony, but instead she felt nothing but mind-blowing pleasure. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth, groaning in ecstasy as the artificial cock filled her love tunnel.

Hector saw his opportunity and kneeled down; he took hold of Lara's head, forcing the Tomb Raider to keep her luscious mouth open. Lara's eyes opened as she looked up at his balls and the base of his huge shaft and then closed again as his cock entered her open mouth. Her lips closed around the huge member and her tongue licked at it enthusiastically as it penetrated first her lips, then her mouth, then her throat. She felt Hector's right hand grab hold of her braided ponytail. He used it to hold her head in place as he fucked her mouth and forced her to deep throat his massive cock. The lack of air made Lara's head swim even more, and when Hector pulled his prick back, she moaned in rapture at the sensations in her body.

Lopez saw Lara's ecstatic reaction to the rape and began to fuck Lara's spread pussy in earnest, grinding her hips into the helpless Englishwoman, making her writhe and moan in her bonds. <Xentopah,> she chanted in ancient Mayan, <...hear our prayer. Accept our offering. We bring you this slut, this whore, to be your concubine. We desecrate her body in your name...Xentopah...Xentopah!!> she panted as she began to slam her hips harder and harder into the helpless Englishwoman's.

Hector, as always, remained silent save for the occasional grunt as he fucked Lara's mouth. He withdrew his massive prick and allowed Lara, lost in mystical ecstasy, to swirl her tongue around his shaft. She then began to lick the sensitive underside of his cock, and Hector released her head and grabbed Lara's huge, pierced breasts. He squeezed the large mounds, making the ruby sway slightly in the sunlight on the ends of the chains to which it and Lara's breasts were attached. The Tomb Raider moaned in pleasure at the tugging on her nipples and pussy, at the real cock in her mouth and the artificial one in her vagina. Rational thought had abandoned her. The mystical force at work in the cavern ensured the English lady behaved as Lopez had described her--a shameless whore.

As the trio neared orgasm, the ruby glowed brighter. A swirling red mist rose from the deep black hole in the rock beneath Lara's behind. The mist climbed to the ruby, then followed the gold chains down to Lara's breasts and pussy. As the mist reached her pierced erogenous zones, Lara's rapture increased tenfold.

"HHHHHMMMMMMMM!!!!" she moaned loudly around Hector's cock. A massive orgasm built within her, an orgasm of such force as she had never experienced in her young life. Her ripe, voluptuous body began to tremble in anticipation of the building ecstasy.

<Xentopah!!> Lopez cried out, her dark eyes wide and staring emptily at the ceiling as she felt her own climax approaching, <Take her! Take your whore! Take her! Take...> Lopez spread her arms wide and her voice caught in her throat as she felt the first internal convulsions of orgasm. "OOOOOOOHHHHHHH!!!"

At that moment, Hector, too, climaxed, his cum erupting in Lara's warm mouth. "HUUUUHHHHHH!!!" the henchman groaned as his seed sprayed down Lara's throat.

The Tomb Raider eagerly swallowed the warm, salty cum. Then her back arched as her own orgasm claimed her.

"MMM!! MMM!! MMM!! MMMMMMRRRRRPPPPPHHH!!!" Lara screamed as the climax ripped through her body, through her mind, through her very soul. Her pussy discharge copiously around the huge dildo within it. Drops of her female ejaculate dripped into the dark pit beneath her mid-section.

In response, a bright, mystical red fire erupted from the pit. The fire swirled furiously around Lara's gyrating hips, though it did not burn them, and lapped at the glowing ruby. The ruby's glow changed from red to white-hot; the entire cavern was illuminated by its internal flame, as if the sun itself had entered the chamber.

Dr. Lopez watched the ruby in excited, ecstatic amazement. "YES!!" she cried, "The power of the ruby! It's FREE!! It's..." The Mexican academic's exultations ended as she looked towards her henchman. Hector's body, bathed in white light, began to glow, then burn. The henchman pushed back from the ruby in pain and horror, withdrawing his cock from Lara's mouth, but it was too late; the ruby had claimed him. As he screamed in agony, white fire erupted within his body, consuming it from within. A huge cloud of noxious black smoke rose to the ceiling of the cavern from Hector's rapidly disintegrating body, which fell backwards to the sandy floor, leaving nothing but ash-covered bones.

"NOOOOO!!!" Dr. Lopez screamed in terror as her henchman was immolated in front of her. Then she gasped as the ruby's attention seemed drawn to her, like a puma turning toward helpless prey. <Xentopah!> she shouted, , but she never finished her plea. Instead, she screamed in agony as her nubile body began to burn from within. The fire consumed her internal organs first, then spread through her flesh. She stumbled backwards in pain, withdrawing the latex dildo from Lara; the artificial cock began to burn and melt as Lopez' body combusted as Hector's had, a black cloud of smoke erupting from her mouth as her eyes turned bright red and melted inside her skull. Cleansed by the ruby's flame, her ashy skeleton fell back against the sandy floor of the cavern.

Oblivious to the deaths of her captors, Lara's body continued to spasm in powerful climax. Her breasts shook on her chest as the orgasm claimed her. Her fingers and toes clenched, her shapely legs convulsed. Finally, her dark brown eyes rolled back in her head as she passed out. Unseen by the unconscious Tomb Raider, the bright white light in the room suddenly withdrew, collapsing back into the ruby. For several seconds, all was quiet in the once-again dark cavern, save for the sighing breaths of the young Englishwoman and the crackling of her captors' smoking remains.

A moment later, Lara woozily opened her eyes and drew a deep breath. She moved her arms, then her legs; somehow, they'd been freed of the manacles, which lay open on the ground. She sat up; her nipples and pussy were still pierced by the gold rings, but the wounds had completely cauterized and healed as if the piercing had been done weeks before. The chains were no longer attached to the rings. The ruby hung from the large hanging ring, refracting the shaft of dying sunlight that still shone upon it. The chains that had previously been attached to Lara's body were fused to the gold ring and kept the ruby suspended.

Lara took a moment to glance around for her captors. She quickly spied the still-smoking remains of Dr. Lopez and Hector on the ground nearby. Lara could smell the stench of burnt hair and human flesh in the cavern's dank air; her delicate nose wrinkled in disgust.

"Hmph. Guess you didn't translate that ancient inscription about the ritual as thoroughly as you claimed, you bitch," Lara spat towards the blackened skeleton of Dr. Lopez. She then turned her attention to the ruby, which hung right beside her head and still shone in the shaft of sunlight. "And you've been more trouble than you're probably worth," she said to the glittering precious stone. She reached towards the ruby, preparing to tear it from its thin metal netting. "...at least I'll have something for my pains..."

Lara's naked fingers touched the ruby's surface, and all hell broke loose.

The ruby felt hot as an oven and sent a shock through Lara's naked body as though she'd touched a live electrical wire. A sound akin to a gunshot echoed through the underground chamber. Lara's body lurched backwards, flying away from the stone, arms wind-milling uncontrollably. But rather than hitting the ground, her naked body suddenly began to float as a rapidly-moving red mist arose from the pit in the sacrificial stone and surrounded her. The Tomb Raider's arms stopped flailing and were spread wide, as were her long, shapely legs.

"What the hell..." Lara muttered as she shook her head clear of the mystical shock her body had received. She looked around and saw the floor of the cavern a couple of meters below her; everywhere she looked, she seemed to be peering through a swirling reddish haze.

Little slut..., a deep, soft baritone said. The voice did not echo in the chamber, but seemed to Lara to originate inside her mind.

"W-what?" she stammered, looking around for the source of the voice. "AAAHHHH!!!" she squealed as she suddenly felt her breasts squeezed. She looked down at her naked body and saw her tits being molested as though she were being groped by large, invisible hands. Her nipple rings jumped and rang softly as though they'd been flicked by someone's forefingers, and Lara gasped at the sensation.

Excellent udders, little slut... the voice intoned.

"Here now, leave off, or...UUNNNGGGHHH!!!" Lara grunted as she felt strong hands squeezing and spreading her shapely bottom. "OOOOHH!!" she squealed as she felt a large finger penetrate her anus. But when she spun her head around to look, she saw nothing, nothing but the swirling red mist.

And an equally excellent ass... the disembodied voice declared.

"Uhhhh!! Stop this! I'll...AAAAAHHHH!!!" Lara moaned loudly as she felt fingers spreading her pussy lips, straining at the ring that pierced them.

And your love channel...magnificent, little slut... the voice condescendingly told her.

"HHHHRRRR!!!" Lara growled as some unseen force pried open her mouth. She could only float, helplessly suspended in the dark chamber, as the mystical force inspected her like a horse up for auction. The spirit, or whatever it was, released her jaw, and Lara shook her head angrily. "All right, listen up, Xentopah or whatever your name...GGGAAAHHHHH!!!"

Lara's rant ended quickly as a searing, burning pain burned within her body. Her head fell backwards, eyes opened wide, and her back arched as the lovely Tomb Raider endured the excruciating pain. She briefly felt terrified that she was about to combust like her captors. Then the agony ended, and Lara slumped forward, gasping for air.

You will not address me in such a manner, little slut, the voice declared harshly. You will not call me by name. You will call me MASTER, little slut. Call me Master NOW.

"Go to hell...YAAAARRRRGGGHHH!!!" Lara screamed as the burning pain once again seared her trembling body.

Call me MASTER, little slut.

Lara realized the pain would go on and on and she'd be no better off for all her bravado. She was dealing with some sort of supernatural force she knew nothing about. She realized she had little choice put to play along, let things proceed, and watch for an opening. Assuming one would appear...

"M-Master," she stammered, sweat running over her suspended, naked body. "Y-you're my M-Master..."

Excellent, the disembodied voice of Xentopah declared. Lara felt her long braid quickly unweaving behind her back; a moment later, her long, golden-brown hair fell free. Her hair cascaded softly over her naked shoulders and back, all the way down to her curvaceous behind; some strands also fell over her huge breasts. Now I will fuck you, little slut, and you will climax as you never have before.

"Of course you will," Lara muttered with an exasperated sigh. She gasped as she felt the huge, invisible hands of Xentopah grab her breasts once again. A moan escaped her thick, pursed lips as something like a mouth closed around her left nipple and sucked at it, golden ring and all. Lara felt an irresistible sexual thrill run through her helpless body--similar to the feeling she had experienced only moments before during the ritual, but several times more powerful. No! Got to...resist! Escape! But...cripes...it feels so GOOD!!! she thought desperately as her body began to betray her yet again, giving in to the supernatural pleasure coursing through her.

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!" Lara groaned loudly as she felt her vagina penetrated by a huge, hot, throbbing cock. Xentopah wasted no time at all; within seconds, his disembodied cock was thrusting madly in and out of Lara's pussy. The Tomb Raider bucked helplessly in mid-air, her large breasts flopping and slapping against her chest. She could feel the orgasm coming to a boil in her loins already.

Yes, little slut, Xentopah said. You will climax soon. And I will feed upon your pleasure, and be restored...

"Huh? UHH!! UHH!! UHH!!" Lara panted as the spirit of the ancient king fucked her and filled her naked body with mind-numbing pleasure. Still, Lara tried to comprehend what he had said. Feed? Restored? What does that mean...oh, GOD... But Lara could not analyzed the ghost's statement any further. The building climax overtook her, wiping all thoughts from her mind. The ghostly cock drove in and out of her gushing pussy. Her heart thudded in her chest and her lungs pumped air like overworked pistons in an engine. She tossed her head from side to side, her long brown locks flying about her face and upper torso.

Yes, my little slut. Cum for your master...

"OH! OH! OH! OH!" Lara panted as the orgasm neared. Her pupils dilated and her eyes opened wide. Her body froze as she climaxed, and climaxed hard. "OHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" She screamed in ecstasy. Her voluptuous body writhed where it hung in mid-air, her huge breasts bouncing, her rounded bottom jiggling. "OHHHHHHH!!!" She yelled as the next contraction shook her body to its core. "OHHHH!!! OHHHH!! OH GOD! OH GOD! nnnnnnuuuuuUUUUUHHHHHH!!!!" Lara's climax went on and on, her body trembling in a terrifying ecstasy.

Finally it ended. Her head fell forward, eyes shut, and her long brown hair fell in front of her body, covering her breasts, tummy, and pussy. Lara gasped as she felt the force that had been holding her in mid-air let go. She fell feet-first, two meters to the sandy floor of the chamber, landing in a limp heap with a soft thud. She rolled over onto her side, breathing heavily.

Then Lara gasped as some huge, powerful force gripped her body and flipped her onto her back. She felt large, strong hands grab her wrists and pull her arms above her head. She felt similarly powerful hands grip her ankles and sharply pull her legs apart, eliciting a grunt of surprise and pain from the sexually exhausted Tomb Raider.

"We are not yet done, little slut," Xentopah told her. Lara opened her eyes; the voice sounded...different, more real, less ethereal. Above and before her, right between her legs, the red mist seemed to have congealed slightly, into a form that vaguely resembled a huge, hulking man. "I am not yet restored. But I soon will be. I must fuck you again, little slut. Your body must service me."

"Oh, bloody hell," Lara breathed, anticipating yet another climax like the previous one. That orgasm nearly killed me, she thought. Christ! That's probably the idea, she realized in horror, recalling how the deaths of her captors had apparently allowed the dead Mayan king to become corporeal enough to hold her and rape her. "What will happen to me...master?" she asked, trying to gain some knowledge, some edge she could use to save herself.

"You will be an empty shell, to be cast aside," the spirit told her. "But you will have done a great service to me, restoring me to immortal, corporeal form so I can rule my empire again. I shall fill my palace with whores such as you..."

"AAAAAHHHHH!!!" Lara screamed as she felt Xentopah's cock penetrate her vulnerable pussy once more. His prick seemed to have gained girth from Lara's climax; she felt sure he would split her in two. She gritted her teeth as her pussy stretched to accommodate the red phantom's huge member. Then she saw the ghost's eyes glow bright red, and the pain converted to pleasure. "OOOOOOOOOOHHHH..." Lara moaned in ecstasy as Xentopah began to fuck her again.

In her mind, Lara struggled to gain control. Got to...get away! Can't let the bugger...fuck me to death!

"OH GOD!!" she squealed as Xentopah's huge prick impaled her prone, helpless body. "UHH!! UHH!! UHH!! UHH!!" she moaned with each thrust. She would climax soon, she knew, and Xentopah would claim yet more of her life force. She looked around her, desperate to find a weapon. Her fingers splayed, looking for a rock, anything. She felt something cold, something hard and metallic. She recognized, through touch alone, the feel of one of the automatic pistols she practiced with every day for hours, and her heart soared...for a moment. For what could she do to a ghost with a gun? Nonetheless, Lara grabbed the pistol and hung onto it as the phantom fucked her harshly.

Her body rocked back and forth on the sandy ground as her disembodied rapist thrust in and out of her. Lara's breasts sloshed up and down on her chest until the phantom took hold of them. Bloody hell! Lara thought, how many hands does this bugger have?!? He seemed capable, at this point, of generating additional limbs, like some mystical octopus.

"You will cum when I cum, little slut," the Mayan ghost told her, and she knew it was true. "And I am...cumming...NOW!!!"

Lara felt as though a hot geyser had erupted within her pussy, filling her with ghostly cum. The sensation set her own climax alight, and she squeezed her eyes shut tight and opened her mouth wide as she came.

"OH G-O-O-O-O-O-O-DDDDDD!!! OHHHHHH!!! OHHHHHHH!!! OHHHHHHH!!!" Lara screamed repeatedly as waves of pleasure crashed through her again and again. Her back arched until her entire body formed a semi-circle. Then, as suddenly as it had begun, her climax ended, leaving her devastated and exhausted. Her dark brown hair lay loose on her naked body in sweat-soaked mats. She grunted and gasped for air as her eyelids fluttered and her dark brown eyes rolled inside her head. Yet still, somehow, she had maintained her grip on her pistol, her only hope, dim though it was.

"One more, little slut," Xentopah declared. Lara forced her eyes open and looked up at her ethereal rapist, but noticed that he no longer seemed so ethereal. Features had taken shape: a broad forehead, heavy brows, deep-set, dark eyes, a long, straight nose, a full mouth with lips twisted in cruel depravity. He seemed to still glow red from within, but his body looked more human. Lara saw that he had a broad, powerful, hairless chest, washboard stomach, thick, powerful thighs...and a schlong like a horse.

"Oh, cripes..." Lara muttered in horror as she thought about being impaled once again on that huge cock. Even if he doesn't suck the life out of me, that monster will kill me! Lara thought.

Xentopah reached towards her torso, gripping her rib cage beside and below her large breasts. With a single movement, he flipped Lara's body 180 degrees onto her front. The Tomb Raider grunted as her tits hit the ground and the impact knocked the wind out of her. Then Xentopah clutched a handful of Lara's long brown hair and pulled the exhausted Englishwoman back towards him and onto her hands and knees. Lara groaned in pain and ground her teeth. She then gasped in frightened despair as she realized she had dropped her gun! Her eyes looked desperately in the sand for it. She could feel Xentopah positioning his huge prick at the entrance to her abused pussy; her hands patted frantically at the sand, looking for her weapon.

"With the third climax of the sacrifice before the setting of the sun," Xentopah intoned as though reciting an ancient text, "I am restored, I am immortal, I am king, I am GOD!!" With that, the ancient king buried his huge cock in Lara's pussy, filling it to the hilt.

"AAAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGHHHHH!!!!" Lara screamed as she was penetrated yet again. Xentopah's cock had once again increased in size, and the Tomb Raider found her vagina stretched painfully to accommodate it. "OHHHHHH GOD!!!" she shrieked in pain. But the increasingly-corporeal phantom's powerful thrust had thrown her forward, and her fingertips felt the handle of her pistol.

"Not much longer, little slut. You will cum. You will die. I will live," Xentopah told her, maintaining his tight grip on her hair. He withdrew his cock almost entirely from Lara's pussy and prepared to thrust back into her.

Lara's exhausted, tortured body quivered in helpless anticipation of her final rape, orgasm, and death. She had found her gun, but what could bullets do against a phantom, or an immortal? She needed a target! Wait a moment...Lara's academic mind suddenly kicked in to overdrive. What did the bugger say? "...before the setting of the sun..." Lara looked up and saw the ruby, still suspended by three gold chains from the large gold ring over the sacrificial rock and its central pit. She saw the last glimmer of sunlight from the hole in the roof still shining on the ruby. One chance...

"Now you cum and die, little slut. Know that your death is in the service of a god!" Xentopah declared as he prepared to thrust into Lara and rape her one last time.

"You're no god," Lara snarled back"...and you're a lousy fuck, too!" She lifted her arm, took aim, and squeezed off three quick but precise shots. The bullets flew across the chamber, and Lara's daily regimen of firearms practice paid off. Each bullet severed one link in each of the three strands of gold chain that held the ruby suspended in the dying sunlight. Xentopah saw the ruby plunge from the light and downwards, into the pit in the sacrificial rock, and screamed.

"NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!" the once-king and would-be god cried. As the ruby left the sunlight, his body vanished and he once again became a mass of red mist. Somehow, though, he retained his grip on Lara's hair. The falling precious stone seemed to pull Xentopah after it; the red mist that he had become spiraled upwards, then back down into the pit in the stone, dragging Lara along for the ride. The mist vanished into the pit like water spiraling down a drain, and Lara's naked body landed on top of the stone slab, her left side slamming into the unyielding rock.

"UUUNNGGGHHH!!" she grunted upon impact. Beneath her, from the pit, she could hear impact of the ruby against the side of the deep pit as it fell further and further into darkness, dragging Xentopah with it. She grimaced and rolled from her left side onto her back. She felt her ribs--several were bruised, and she was sure at least one was broken. For several minutes, Lara simply lay there, until she could no longer hear the ruby and her heart stopped thundering in her chest.

Gingerly, the Tomb Raider pushed herself up from the cool rock. She'd cheated death yet again; it just wouldn't do perish in the chamber of thirst and hunger. She had to find a way out. How had Dr. Lopez and Hector come in? she wondered. Her eyes glanced around the chamber, and spotted a ladder against a far wall. Back on the surface was her backpack, containing a water bottle and a change of clothes. She smiled wanly, clutching her painful ribs, and made her way towards the ladder and her escape.

"How much longer will we wait?"

"The Englishwoman paid us to wait here until tomorrow. So we wait until tomorrow."

"I don't like it. This place is cursed."

"You don't have to like it. You can take your curses and leave. I will take the money and stay."

Lara Croft's two native guides sat on opposite sides of a small fire in the dark, humid night of the Mexican jungle. The younger, superstitious one cursed and remained seated. He wanted to leave, but if he did so, his share of the beautiful Englishwoman's money was forfeit. The older one, the skin of his face deeply creased by years spent walking in the heat of the equatorial sun, calmly sipped the coffee he had just made on their small fire.

"Coffee?" the older guide asked his counterpart.

The younger one shook his head. "It will keep me awake."

"You told me you couldn't sleep," the older one remarked.

Before the younger man could respond, a female voice spoke from the edge of the campsite. "I'll take some if he won't," Lara Croft said in perfect Spanish.

Both of her guides rose to their feet in surprise. Lara, wearing her trademark white tank top, khaki shorts, hiking socks and boots, gloves, and double-holstered gun-belt, walked slowly into the campsite and gently lowered herself onto a log at the edge of the fire. She gingerly removed her backpack and dropped it onto the ground beside her. The guides sat back down and the older one poured some coffee into a battered tin cup for Lara.

"You aren't worried it will keep you awake, Lady Croft?" he asked as he handed her the cup.

"Oh, I'll sleep," Lara declared.

"You're hurt," the younger one said, noticing how slowly and carefully the normally vigorous woman moved.

"I'll heal," Lara said flatly and took a sip of the coffee. "Excellent, Manuel," she said with a slight smile.

Manuel, the older guide, smiled back and nodded. He had been Lady Croft's guide on her expeditions in this area for over five years. She paid him well, treated him with respect, and occasionally paid the aging native a compliment. And a compliment from a beautiful young woman did an old man's heart a great deal of good, he thought.

"Did you find anything?" Manuel asked.

"A very large hole, with a rock beneath it," Lara replied, fingering her left side.

"But no ruby?"

"No ruby," Lara lied smoothly. "Seems you were right, old friend."

"I told you, Lady Croft," Manuel remarked, "nothing in this part of the jungle but trouble."

"Hmmm," Lara murmured in agreement. If Manuel suspected Lara had encountered a greater mishap than a fall down a hole, he wasn't letting on, and she appreciated that. Then Lara caught the younger guide staring at her chest--a habit he'd been unable to break since the beginning of this expedition. "What are you looking at, Jésus?" she asked with a tired, exasperated sigh.

The young man's dark eyes sprang up to meet hers. "N-nothing, Lady Croft," he responded nervously. While the Englishwoman possessed great beauty, she also exhibited a stunning prowess at combat and weaponry. The young native had no desire to anger this formidable jaguar-woman. Still, he was sure he had seen the outline of...well, rings...at the peaks of the Tomb Raider's huge breasts. He shook his head. A trick of the light, he told himself. "I'm going to bed," he declared, and walked away from the fire to his bedroll.

"An excellent idea," Manuel said, extinguishing the fire with the remnants of the coffee. Lara watched as a dark mist sprang from the dying embers, and a shiver ran through her. "You should retire as well, Lady Croft," Manuel said gently, placing a fatherly hand on Lara's shoulder. "You look as though you need the rest."

Lara nodded in agreement and threw the remaining half-cup of her coffee onto the fire. Moments later, she was laying in her bedroll on her right side. The fingers of her left hand reached inside her tank-top and underneath her bra to toy with the nipple rings she carried as souvenirs of her ordeal. She then shifted her hand down inside her shorts and ran her fingertips over the ring through her pussy lips. She noted clinically that toying with the rings was...not unpleasant.

I'll have to decide what to do with these when I get back to London, she thought, then smiled wickedly. Might have to try them out in the sack first. Maybe I'll keep them. I do so hate to leave an expedition empty-handed...

With that, Lara Croft, Tomb Raider, drifted off into a very deep, very welcome sleep.

THE END