Deep in the Andes mountains, South America.
With a grunt of exertion, Lara pulled herself over the edge of a sheer mountain cliff. Laying on solid ground after what felt like forever, she rolled onto her back and took deep breaths. Her chest rose and fell with each breath, causing her legendary breasts to strain the turquoise top she wore. Her arms and legs were sweaty and shaking slightly from the effort of scaling the cliff. Cuts, scrapes, and bruises covered her bare arms and legs. Was wearing a short-sleeved top and even shorter pants practical for climbing a mountain? No, but it gave her freedom of movement, and she was so used to wearing it when out in the field that she couldn't imagine herself not wearing it anymore.
After a few minutes of rest, she got up and continued her journey. She was on the hunt again. After combing through countless ancient tomes and history books, she found evidence that a tribe lived hidden deep inside the Andes. They had remained hidden when the Spanish conquistadores tore through the countryside. They had remained hidden when the rest of the world plunged into global war. Twice. And they continue to remain hidden to this day. According to rumour and legend, the tribe consisted entirely of females. It was even more amazing that they made it to the present day. Their only contact with the outside world was the rare times when several of their members made the trek towards the nearest town. There, after several nights of sexual indulgence, they disappeared as suddenly as they arrived. But no more, Lara would find this tribe, and uncover their secrets. And if, along the way, she managed to find some nice valuable loot for her collection? Well, that was just the cherry on top.
Following the scare leads she had gathered from the nearest town, she made her way through overgrown mountains, and precarious cliffs until she finally reached her destination.
Laying below her, nestled inside a valley, was a village. The typical Meso-American style told her how old the buildings were. The village covered almost the entirety of the valley, leaving only room for carefully defined fields of corn. A large part of the village scaled up the mountainside, creating tiered layers of houses big and small. But what stood out, was the fact that the mountain itself was a slumbering volcano. Smoke bellowed out from its top, and lava poured down the side from a big hole in the side. The lava flowed through the city itself, cleanly devising the city in two halves before it gathered in the centre of the valley, creating a small lake of molten magma before continuing to fall off the side of a cliff on the other side. Built above the lake, on an island of stone and obsidian was a large temple-like construct, with multiple stone bridges leading from the village towards it.
From her elevated position, Lara could make out the shapes of dozens of people milling around. This was it. She had found it—the legendary lost village. Barely able to contain herself, she made her way down the mountainside and approached the village proper.
Her presence did not go unnoticed, and she was quickly spotted by some of the females working the fields and quickly brought before what she assumed to be their leader. The woman, an imposing figure of just over two meters of rippling muscle, spoke to her in broken English learned from their sporadic forays into the outside world.
It took little effort to explain her reasons for being in the valley, and after assuring them she meant them no harm, was allowed to explore the village. After promising not to bother the villagers too much.
The village was a unique mash of pre-colonialism and early industrialisation, and the archaeologist in her went crazy trying to interpret the many things she saw. Among the many buildings she saw, only a few stood out. One she learned, was a breeding house. She was not allowed in but was told that here was where the village carefully maintained their population.
The other building that held her interest, was the temple she spotted from afar. Making her way towards it, she crossed one of the many bridges leading to the central plateau on which it was built. As she approached the building, she saw a small pillar of jet-black obsidian jutting out of the lava right in front of the temple square. It stood about two or three meters from the plateau and was just big enough that one or two people could stand on it. On either side of the pillar, wooden posts were placed, and she saw numerous shackles and chains hanging from them. No doubt a punishment post of some sort, and she pitied the fool who would end up being chained to them. Already, the radiant heat coming from the lake was stifling, and a trickle of sweat was steadily rolling down her neck, disappearing between her massive cleavage.
As she entered the relative coolness of the temple, she began exploring again. It held the typical religious iconography she expected, though it was noticeably more sexually oriented. At the centre of the building, atop an altar and basking in a ray of sunlight coming from a hole in the roof, was what she assumed to be their most sacred religious relic. And what a relic it was.
A strap-on dildo. She couldn't think of any other way to describe it. Except this one was made entirely from gold. It was carved with care into the shape of a man's penis, down to the last detail. Precious gemstones in every colour under the rainbow were set along its length and small ridges of delicate silver and bronze ran along and across it. Two cords of braided gold wire hung on either side, allowing it to be secured around someone's waist. It was easily the biggest toy she had ever seen in person, and well above what any man would normally have. She licked her lips as she eyed the object and her pussy pulsed in anticipation as her mind imagined what it would feel like to have that plunged into her.
This was it. This was the item she wanted as a souvenir to add to her collection. A sharp clack from behind her drew her out of her fantasies, and back into reality. The temple guard, a stern woman was watching her with hawk-like focus, and did not like the way she was eyeing their sacred relic. She had banged the back of her spear on the stone floor, making the razor-sharp edges of her obsidian weapon gleam menacingly in the torchlight. Getting the hint, Lara moved away and continued to explore the valley and village. But she vowed to return tonight when everyone was asleep.
That night, just before dawn.
Lara stealthfully made her way back into the temple. She checked every angle and corner as she slowly approached the altar. As she assumed, not a single guard was in sight. Isolated tribes like these rarely had full-time guards, as there simply wasn't a reason to warrant it. She climbed the steps onto the altar until she stood in front of the dias holding the relic. Her eyes locked on the golden phallus, gleaming and sparkling even in the pale light of the full moon. She reached out to take the object when she felt something cold and sharp sting the back of her neck. And the small of her back. And her sides.
Careful not to cut herself on the black shards, she turned to get a look behind her. Sure enough, a large group of warriors stood behind her. Four had their spears levelled at her back, poised to skewer her should she make any threatening moves. Inwardly she cursed, she was so fixated on her prize, that she failed to keep an eye on her surroundings, allowing the guards to sneak up on her. The group parted, and the chieftess stepped out, a look of righteous anger on her face. She barked some orders in a tongue Lara could not understand, but the intent was clear as she was grabbed, and dragged away from the altar.
Lara found herself in quite a predicament. They had dragged her across the village, and into a small building nestled against the volcano. Inside, they had relieved her of her weapons and tools and quickly secured her.
They had placed a sturdy wooden stick behind her back and forced her arms around it. Her wrists were tied to her arms just below her shoulders, leaving her in a frog tie. The way her elbows bent around the stick, and the stick being behind her back, forced her arms back, putting strain on her chest and making her breasts strain against her top. The stick was tied to several ropes hanging from the ceiling, holding her further in place. Her ankles were each tied with ropes running to a stone ring hewn into the floor. As they pulled the rope tight, her legs were slowly forced apart until it became uncomfortable to stand. Her hips were each bound in an intricate construction of ropes that ran to a wheel against the opposite wall.
One of the guards in the room began to turn the wheel, and with each turn, her hips were pulled forward. She kept doing this until the Ropes holding her in place creaked audibly from the tension. Lara became intensely aware of how vulnerable this position left her, and she wondered what they were planning to do. The guards all spoke their native language, which Lara did not. And the chieftess had not been seen since they had dragged her from the temple. Her attempts to talk her way out of this were cut off when one of the guards took a ball gag from a nearby table and secured it into her mouth. Admittedly, it was the most decadent gag she had ever seen or used, as it was made from solid gold, but that changed nothing about the fact that she could no longer communicate with them. All she could do was wait. Wait, as her muscles began to strain and protest under the intense bondage she had been placed in.
Eventually, the door opened, and the chieftess walked in. She stopped next to Lara, and her dark eyes bore down into her green with the kind of authority only a born leader could have. She extended a hand and began to run it down her top.
"You pretty. You strong."
She grabbed her top, and with one mighty pull, tore the fabric apart, leaving her entirely topless. Using both hands, she took hold of her pants and began to tear.
"Now we see how strong."
With a final tearing sound, her short pants gave way under her strength, leaving her with just her underwear. A second later, that too was torn away like it was nothing.
"You violate hospitality. Now we, violate you."
She barked a word that sounded like a name, and another woman entered the building. She was tall, only coming short of her leader by barely an inch. Her body was hidden under a full-body robe, but even so, Lara could tell the woman was built like a house. She rolled her shoulder back, causing the robe to fall and revealing her body. The woman was pure muscle. Not an ounce of unwanted fat on her body. She had large, heavy breasts. Not as large as Lara's, but nothing to be ashamed of either. But the thing that caused her some concern, was what was between her legs. Swaying from side to side, was an honest to god cock. It was thick, it was long, it dripped precum and it was rock hard, dripping precum from its head.
The woman smiled evilly, and without any effort, stepped over the rope attached to one of her hips, and stopped in front of her.
"This champion. She chosen by gods. She will be first. She will not be last."
That was the only warning Lara got, as the now-revealed champion stepped forward. She aimed her cock towards Lara's exposed pussy, and without remorse, began to penetrate the helpless tomb raider.
Lara squirmed and struggled as she felt her lower lips part under the force of the other woman. She gave a muffled scream as the futa's cock spread her open and began to slide into her pussy. Her screams soon turned to strangled moans as it slid against her cunt, stimulating her in all the right ways. With each second that passed, the cock slid deeper and deeper into her pussy, until it was completely inside of her. Lara had her head thrown back and her eyes were wide as the incredible feeling of being stretched and filled like that assaulted her senses. And then the champion began to fuck her in earnest.
Unable to escape. Unable to fight back. She struggled, she screamed, she moaned. For what felt like an eternity, the champion relentlessly fucked her, until it finally became too much. With a final scream, Lara's orgasm crashed over her, rocking her body. Still, the champion kept fucking her, prolonging the climax. Seconds became a minute, then two. With a final violent thrust, the champion buried her cock deep into Lara's convulsing cunt, and came herself. Thick ropes of cum filled Lara's cunt and womb, spilling from around the unnatural cock before dripping to the floor. When she was done, she pulled the softening member from Lara's cunt. Like a puppet whose strings had been cut, Lara went limp, only held in place by the ropes. She was breathing heavily from the long and intense orgasm she was forced to endure, and her entire body occasionally twitched from aftershocks.
She faintly registered the door opening and closing but was too out of it. She felt the rope holding one of her hips in place move and barely managed to focus as another woman took the place of the champion. She too was naked. She too had a cock between her legs. She too lined herself up to fuck Lara's exposed pussy. Only when she felt herself being impaled by the futa did the chieftess's words make sense.
The champion was the first She would not be the last.
Outside, as the morning sun began to rise over the valley, the chieftess left the prison building they had secured the thieving outsider in. As she walked to the temple to make preparations for later, she walked passed a line going towards the prison door. Already, dozens had gathered to wait for their turn. Soon, dozens more would show up to punish the outsider.
Later that day.
The sun had slowly begun its descent and the sky was starting to show its evening colours when the chieftess entered the prison for the first time since leaving. The musky smell of sex assaulted her nose, as she looked at their prisoner. Lara had been released from her previous binds at some point in the day, though her current position was no less vulnerable.
She was lying on her back on top of a table. Her legs were bent back, until her feet were above her head, with her knees resting on either side of her head. Her arms were pulled straight to the side, laying on top of her legs, and pinning them in place, with her wrists tied to the table legs. It was simple, brutally effective, and utterly humiliating.
The position left both of Lara's holes wide open and readily available to be used, and even after all the hours, there were still women in the building, waiting for their turn. Or for another turn, it was impossible to tell. At the moment, a younger woman was taking her turn fucking Lara, and she was doing so by using both her cock, and a strap-on at the same time. She had placed the strap-on right above her cock and was using them to fuck Lara in both her pussy and asshole at the same time. The strap-on was made from smooth black onyx stone, and both cock and toy were sliding in and out with ease, and each time she bottomed out, the bound tomb raider gave a weak grunt or moan.
The chieftess looked Lara in the face and was pleased to see that the woman was sufficiently tamed. The white-skinned woman was barely responding to what was happening, only reacting to the more abrasive stimuli. Her eyes were blankly staring ahead, and it was clear that she was close to breaking completely. The chieftess gave a short order, and the young woman pushed deep into her, emptied her balls into Lara's already overflowing cunt, and stepped away.
Lara gave a strained grunt as the two cocks left her overused holes, but beyond that, gave no other reaction. It took a full five minutes before her mind and body had recovered enough for her to focus on the chieftess.
"You survived. You strong. You punished for crime. Now, you face judgment of gods."
She turned to the assembled women around her and spoke in her native tongue.
"Bring her to the temple, tonight, she will face the gods's judgment."
A cheer went up from the assembled women, and they began to undo the ropes. For a moment, Lara tried to get away from them. But her arms felt like jelly, her legs refused to stop twitching, and she was utterly exhausted from the marathon of sex she was forced to endure. She was flipped on her stomach, squashing her massive breasts under her weight. her arms were pulled behind her back, and her wrists were tied together. The spare rope was run between her legs and went around her waist once before tying it off. She instinctively tried to move her arms, but even the slightest movement pulled the rope painfully into her swollen and sensitive pussy. Another rope was tied around her neck, and they helped her off the table. It was difficult to stand on her legs after all that time, and it even felt weird for a while. The rope around her neck pulled tight, slightly cutting off her air, and she was bodily pulled towards the door. The message was clear, move and keep up, or be dragged while struggling for air.
So she walked. With slow, shaking steps, she walked out of the building and for the first time that day, smelled fresh air. When her eyes readjusted to the brightness of the setting sun, she gulped. Surrounding her, and forming a veritable wall of women, were all the villagers. Each was glaring at her with hate, and they had formed a path leading away from the building. Lara was forced to hobble along behind the woman holding the rope around her neck. Like a dog on a leash. Naked, vulnerable, humiliated, with her red and swollen sex on display cum leaking from her cunt with each step, she struggled to keep up as she walked through the village. Until they reached one of the bridges spanning the lave towards the temple.
She winched as she stepped on the stone bridge, her feet being seared by the hot stone. It wasn't so hot that she was at risk of burning, but it was still uncomfortable for her naked feet to walk on. A sharp tug on her leash pulled her along. Across the stone bridge, towards the smaller island, she had spotted earlier during her explorations. The two pillars with their chains dangling from them were the only thing she could see from this distance. At that time, she pitied the fool being chained to them. Now she would no doubt be that fool herself. Sure enough, she was pulled towards it, and she crossed the last bridge towards the small island. All the way, the inhabitants of the village were watching her every step as they had gathered on the temple square, and were following her as she walked through the streets.
As she stepped onto the punishment island, she could finally get a good look at the two pillars and the island proper. The pillars had holes all along the length, from top to bottom. The chains she saw had shackles hanging from the ends, some big, some small, but their purpose was clear. The chains were secured to the holes by a simple steel pen going through the holes, keeping them firmly in place. In the middle between the pillars, sticking upwards like spears ready to pierce into their foe, were two decently sized dildos made from gleaming black obsidian. The lava glass was polished to a smooth surface, glowing red and yellow as it reflected the lava from underneath.
Lara visibly gulped as she was forced to stand between the pillars. Sweat was slowly dripping from her body as the stifling heat from the lake was starting to affect her. She was put between the pillars, and the guard holding the leash cut the ropes off her wrist. Before she could do anything, her arms were pulled up and out, and shackles were clasped around her wrists. The chains were shortened just enough to make her arms strain before they secured the chains in the topmost holes of the pillars. Her feet were pulled apart and shackled to the lowest chains before those too were pulled tight. With her legs spread uncomfortably apart, and her arms unable to fully support her weight, the position was already starting to affect her, but they were far from done. Two more shackles were closed around her legs, just above her knees, and pulled tight to further prevent movement. A final larger shackle was locked around her waist, and chains running to both pillars kept her firmly in place between the pillars. As much as she tried to squirm, her lower body was locked completely in place. The only thing she managed to do was shake her upper body a bit, making her heavy breasts jiggle and bounce as she tested her strength against the steel chains.
A low rumble vibrated through the entire island, and Lara looked towards the square. Standing next to the chieftess was a woman who had pulled a lever on a small mechanism she had previously overlooked. Down below in the lake, a large waterwheel made entirely from obsidian began to turn in the lava, causing the little isolated island to rumble under the force. Lava streamed from the paddles of the wheel as it emerged from the lake, and a surprisingly intricate system of gears and pistons came to life. As the wheel picked up speed, the two dildos positioned directly between Lara's exposed pussy and ass began to rise. She shook her head back and forth in panic and began to plead and scream with muffled words. Her eyes widened when the tips of the dildos began to push against her two holes, and she let out a low groan as they slowly but surely pushed inside of her.
They pushed deeper and deeper until both her holes were stretched and filled to the limit. She was too far out of it to notice, but from the control mechanic, the woman was carefully regulating the speed with a smaller series of levers. The dildos began to lower, drawing another moan from the bound explorer. When it was just the tips inside of her, they rose again, settling into a steady rhythm of fucking her. Lare tried to pull away, squirm, or roll her hips in brief waves of pleasure. But the chains held strong, the slack was nonexistent, and she could do nothing but stand there and endure the slow steady fucking.
As the minutes dragged on, she noticed that despite the pleasure the dildos brought, the speed was such that it never rose or fell. It just stayed at a constant, flat level. It was slightly maddening, as her body was starting to crave more. From behind her, a hand covered her pussy, and she gave a high-pitched squeal. She had forgotten about the guard behind her. Fingers began to stroke her lower lips, occasionally brushing against her clit. Another hand grabbed her famously large breasts and began to squeeze and massage them.
It was never rough or painful, and it, combined with the steady fucking, was finally the amount of pleasure she desired. She threw her head back and moaned as pleasure rolled through her. The hand left her breast, and she felt the golden ball gag be removed, finally freeing her mouth.
"Fuuuuuuckkk. Please stop. I've learned my lesson. You don't have to do this."
Her pleas were ignored, however, and the woman behind her continued to play with her body to her heart's content. Minutes more passed, and Lara was slowly but surely pleasured to the peak of her limits. Her body was pulled tight against the chains and her cunt rippled around the black glass dildo. The skilled hands of the woman had pulled every last bit of pleasure from her, and it was now all focused on her pussy, waiting to explode with a violent orgasm.
'Oooohh fuuuuuuuckkkkk. Yes, I'm so fucking close. I'm going to cum. You fucking bitches are going to make me cum again. Yes, fuck yes. I'm cummi???"
Right as her entire being was poised to cum, the guard stopped what she was doing, and stepped in front of Lara. She couldn't believe it, she was close. She was so fucking close. But they didn't finish her. Instead, they left her like this. With the steady speed of the dildos keeping her pleasure level, her orgasm didn't recede. Nor did it take the final few steps into glorious release. She was at the edge of orgasm, unable to finish herself, left at the mercy of a village that had shown to have none.
"Wait, you can't leave me like this. I...Fuuuuuck...I need to cum."
In response, the guard pressed a single finger against Lara's throbbing clit, and gave it a few gentle rubs. Each rub made Lara wail and moan as she was pushed that much closer to the edge. Her mind went blank as pleasure surged and rolled within her, searching for a way out that would never come in this state. She heard the scraping of stone cut through the haze of desire and she just barely managed to look in front of her. The stone bridge leading to her little slice of hell was being pulled back, fully cutting off access to her. She was left alone, balancing on the knife's edge of pure ecstasy.
"Wait. Please. I'm sorry. I swear I'll never do it again. You let me go and I'll leave this place and never come back. I'll even never tell anyone about it."
One by one, the crowd began to disperse, until only the chieftess and the woman controlling the machine remained. The chieftess spoke a few unheard words with the other woman before she too left. The chieftess looked at Lara one last time, taking in her naked, sweat-covered body, writhing in chains as she rode the edge of ultimate pleasure. She too turned and left the square. Alone, in her private hell, Lara watched as her last chance of getting out left her to her fate.
As the day drew to an end, and the sun began to fall behind the mountains surrounding the valley, Lara's ordeal became never easier. They had primed her perfectly, and the twin dildos fucking her kept her at that spot for as long as the wheel turned.
"Please, let me go. This is insane. Please."
As darkness began to encroach on the valley, and the people retreated to their homes for the night, Lara's lone cries for help were heard throughout the village.
"Please, let me cum. Just once. I need it. I NEED TO CUM."
With each passing hour, the light gave way to darkness, and the only light around her was the glow from the lava beneath her. A glow of pulsating red and yellow illuminated her body from below, casting her in an ominous light that showcased her predicament for any members of the night watch who walked passed.
"Please...cum...I need it...please. PLEASE."
She had no idea when, but at some point throughout the night, her mind shifted from trying to get out, to convincing them to let her cum. She knew her body well enough, just a single stroke against her clit would do it. But her pleas for mercy were always ignored. Time and again she tried. Time and again, she was ignored. It was around midnight when the last vestiges of Lara Croft left her. Retreating into a far corner of her mind, she was left with the pure, maddening pleasure. And the promise of mind-shattering pleasure just out of reach. She constantly tried to clench her pussy or asshole around the dildos, anything for that little extra stimulation that would push her over. But the glass toys were polished smooth to such a degree, that she felt not a single bit more pleasure. She was entirely at the mercy of the two toys relentlessly fucking her. Her voice had long since given up, now a hoarse shadow of what it once was, screamed raw with pleas of mercy or moans of ecstasy.
There was no escape from this. Not until they let her. And she feared they might never. Was this her fate? Was she destined to live out her life trapped in eternal sexual limbo? Was she never to experience another orgasm ever again? These thoughts and more filled her fractured mind as hour after hour her ordeal continued. She never noticed the light slowly growing brighter. Nor did she realise a small group was walking towards her. It wasn't until the coarse scraping of stone against stone cut through her sex-filled mind that she realised she was no longer alone.
A large hand grabbed her chin and forcefully tilted her head back. With lidded eyes, breathing heavily and a mind that was barely hanging on to her last dregs of sanity, Lara was forced to look into the coal-black eyes of the chieftess.
"You whole? This good. You speak, I listen."
It took a while for Lara's mind to puzzle together the broken fragments of accented English, but when she did, her intent was clear.
"Please, let me cum. Please, please. I can't take any more. I don't care what else you do, just let me cum. Please."
The last word was accompanied by a soft, broken sob. Gone was the strong, independent and intelligent woman she once was. In its place was now a primal being driven by a singular need. The chieftess barked an order, and after a second, the rumbling of the gears and pistons stopped, and the dildos slowly ground to a halt. They sank into the small plateau, leaving her cunt and asshole for the first time in hours. Immediately, an overwhelming emptiness spread from her groin, and after a night of dangling on the edge of sanity, the orgasm began to recede into her core.
"NO, PLEASE. LET ME CUM. PLEASE, I DO WHATEVER YOU WANT, BUT PLEASE, LET ME CUM."
The shackles from her knees were undone, and the pins holding her ankle chains in place were pulled from the pillars. Working purely on instinct, she used her new freedom to try and rub her legs together in an attempt to force herself into orgasm. Her captors had other plans in mind though. Her legs were pulled up via the shackles, and secured to the pillars at about shoulder height. This left her legs spread wide open, exposing her pussy and ass perfectly for easy use. The chieftess strode forward until she stood right in front of Lara, and with a roll of her shoulders, made her robe fall to the ground.
Lara took in the sight before her; The woman was tall, muscular, and powerful. her breasts large and heavy, not unlike her own. Her stomach was flat and ripped, sporting an impressive 6-pack. When her gaze reached to woman's naked waist, her eyes grew wide and her breath hitched. Dangling between her legs, was by far the largest cock she had seen. Ever.
"You see. Gods gifted me with mighty blessing. Good for rewarding. Good for breaking."
Each movement of the chieftess caused the abnormally large phallus to sway. The chieftess took a step towards Lara until their bodies almost touched, and with one hand, positioned her cock at the tomb raider's pussy. Fear and anxiety battled inside Lara's mind. She wanted this more than anything. But could the fragile remains of her mind survive it? It turned out, she had no choice in the matter, as the cock was slowly being forced into her aching and long-denied cunt. Her lips parted with an ease that almost shamed her, and the hours of teasing left her insides slick with need. Agonizingly slow, the cock was forced further into her cunt. The chieftess took great care to not go too fast or rough, so she wouldn't tip over the edge just yet.
Seconds turned to minutes, as the cock slid into her until the chieftess's body was right against her own. Lara was staring ahead with wide eyes. Her mouth opened in a silent scream. Her pussy was stretched to the limit, filled from the entrance to the womb. Her pussy convulsed needily around the cock, eager to take it and draw as much pleasure from it as she could.
The chieftess looked at her prisoner. Her face was a broken mess. Her body was filthy with sweat and grime the result of hours inside the sulphuric air of the lake. She would break this thieving outsider until there was nothing left of her vile ways. She pulled half of her cock back out and slammed it back in with one violent thrust.
Lara gave a primal scream as pleasure surged from her pussy straight into her body. The orgasm that had slowly been receding flared back up, and she rushed back towards the edge. The second thrust rocked her body to its core and her tits swayed wildly from the force the chieftess used to fuck her. The third had her right back at the edge. Her mind had fully given up, she was on a one-way trip to orgasm, and nothing would stop her now. Unintelligible screams and words left her mouth as she convulsed violently around the inhuman cock. The chains rattled and strained to hold her as her entire body coiled up in anticipation of the inevitable. The fourth thrust threw her over the edge and Lara's screams of ecstasy filled the air as she finally came.
The pleasure shortcircuited her brain, and all other thoughts melted away as the orgasm tore through her. Her pussy convulsed around the chieftess's member, and she felt every inch of it scrape against her sensitive walls as the chieftess continued to fuck her. A secondary sensation began to build underneath the first, and it took her a moment to recognize it as a second orgasm. It too ripped through her with a force she had never experienced from an orgasm, and she felt herself squirt in perfect rhythm with the orgasmic waves of her body. And still, the chieftess did not stop. She continued to fuck Lara, each thrust prolonging the orgasms to unheard-of lengths, while new ones kept on building underneath them. It wasn't until the fifth one rolled through her that she finally felt the first one begin to peter out. But that did nothing to deter the chieftess.
For a full hour, she fucked Lara into complete and total sexual submission. More than once, the chieftess coated Lara's pussy and womb with her seed. When she finally pulled out, Lara instantly fell limp, only held in place by the chains attached to her body. She breathed heavily, her juices dripped slowly from her cunt alongside the chieftess's thick spunk. Her face was a mess of sweat, grime, drool and tears. She gave an order to her guards, who quickly moved to release Lara from her bindings. As Lara lay on the ground, she approached her and kneeled. Seeing the still-hard cock dangle in front of her, Lara slowly struggled to get on her hands and knees. Her face was level with the cock, and it moved almost automatically. She pressed her lips against it and began to worship it in a way you would only see in porn.
The chieftess held out a hand, and an object was given to her.
Lara was faintly aware of what she was doing. But at this point, she didn't care. She just had the best orgasms of her life and this cock deserved to be worshipped. She felt something close around her neck, and when she looked up, saw that the chieftess held a golden chain in one hand. She followed the other end towards a golden collar locked snugly around her neck. The chieftess got up and began to walk towards the temple square. Still acting on instinct, Lara crawled after her on all fours. There, she watched as the chain was handed to a woman wearing some ceremonial-looking outfit. The two exchanged some words, but she never learned the language, so she had no idea what was said.
"Take her to the breeding house. Clean her, feed her. Give her some rest, then send in our strongest. She will gift us with many fine daughters."
The woman bowed respectfully and began her trip towards the house. Using the chain leash, she pulled Lara along, who could do nothing but crawl behind her. The thought of getting up and walking never entered her mind.
Back in the "civilised" world, word had quickly spread that the famous Lara Croft had disappeared. Search parties had been sent out, of course. But no one was able to decipher her scribbled notes. They searched for a good year before they gave up. Lara Croft was declared dead. Killed during an expedition, much like her parents before her.