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Chapt. 1
"Revenge is Mine!" Sayeth the Lord of Hell
or
Lara Croft Finally Pays the Devil His Due
Lara Croft, Archeologist and Tomb Raider, sat in a booth at the only restaurant in Rio del Diablo that served a European wine, Liebfraumilch. Sipping from her glass, she tried to ignore the lecherous stares of the half dozen local men, apparently all middle class business types,
After all, she was wearing her 'field uniform' and was crying out for sexist attention: Sleeveless black tank top that seemed painted onto her trunk, outlining her 'C going on D cup' breasts perfectly, openly displaying her firm, full yet vividly conical tits. Below a bare midriff was her jungle shorts, legs rolled up to near nonexistence, waistline buttoned closed to cling to her flat and firm, exceptionally narrow waist.
She even wore her heavy boots, just incase some leering males needed some ass kicking!
But no amount of sexist leering was going to distract her this evening! She was in the small town of Rio del Diablo, buried and the jungle of Southern Mexico, for a distinct and most important reason.
The "Crux de Diablo". Off and on for the past four years she had researched it. After long negotiations she got her new school, the prestigious all girls liberal arts school of Jane Goodenough College, to pay for the expedition as well as arrange for the artifact to be displayed at none other than the Getty Museum!
Provided she obtain it, of course!
She was confident that she was at least six months of research and travel ahead of her nearest competitor. No one could have traced or followed her here. She knew exactly where it was at, now, while he only knew that it was somewhere in Central America. Now all she needed to do was to climb the modest mountain of the town's name, find the cave/tomb, and claim the prize!
An artifact worth, perhaps, ten years of her salary…to her!
Now she was waiting for her assistant and guide, Maria Sanchez…
And there she was!
Maria was a recent high school graduate, as bright and dedicated as they come, who wanted to attend Jane Goodenough as Lara's Student Researcher. Lara had been in communication with her about this through Maria's entire high school career, helping her with English and having her do all the local research on the artifact.
She had scoped out the best path to climb the mountain as well as mapped all the pits and other traps built into it. Legend had it that the remainder of the Aztecs, after Cortez, had modified the mountain to a grate degree, going as far as tearing up the stepped approach to the temple that rested atop it. Now it looked, from the jungle beneath, like a sharply tapered, old spire/mountain consisting of bald rock and little else.
She knew that it would take her competitor six more months to obtain that information on the mountain, if at all!
Maria had found the only undefended path up to the tomb.
Now Maria was hurrying to her booth…
Lara had to admit, the barely out of high school aged girl had a figure. She wore jeans that hugged her wide hips, so there was little left to the imagination there. The material was worn and thin, especially around her substantially developed 'bubble butt'. She was a couple inches shorter than Lara, her legs, while not as long nonetheless looked strong in their 'painted on' leggings.
"Which was good for they would have to be to climb the mountain tomorrow," Lara thought as she waved Maria over to her.
Maria's chest was about the most opposite of Lara's as could be imagined: She was not nearly as 'developed' as Lara. Furthermore, she always wore a bra, again the exact opposite of Lara. "Her breasts were hardly a handful," Lara added in her very platonic thoughts.
But Lara wasn't in the least interested in the girl as a lover, but an assistant.
Lara consistently fought down any…lesbian…urges that came upon her. Ever since her own school days she had resisted those rare moments when a female physically attracted her.
"Are you ready?" Lara asked even before the girl sat down. "Is everything prepared?"
Maria, her strikingly beautiful, almost bronze colored face grinning broadly, nodded. "I have gotten the necessary papers signed, we are clear to climb the mountain." She shook her head gently and her long, straight, shiny black hair fell down behind her nearly to the small of her back.
"Did you tell anyone about why we're climbing?"
Maria frowned. "I had to tell the Chief of Police some reason, and the only viable one was the artifact. He knows all about the myths about it, and he is not a superstitious man, so he let it go. I don't think he even believes it is up there."
"Well," Lara replied. "I wish you hadn't mentioned it at all, but it couldn't be helped. I just hope no one else heard…there are people here who are very superstitious about the artifact."
"You mean the tales that an Aztec vampire or monster is buried up there?"
"Not so loud! Yes."
Suddenly a woman entered the restaurant. And old woman. She stood in the doorway, looking carefully from booth to booth, from customer to customer, until she saw Lara. She seemed to instantly recognize the Archeologist.
Lara sighed when the old woman, smiling not in the least, started for their booth.
"Who's this?" Lara asked Maria without looking at the old woman.
One glance over her shoulder brought Maria's face towards Lara's, sudden fear upon it. "It's the wife of the Mayor! I am afraid she is one of the superstitious ones. The Mayor can stop us, if he wants. And his wife has great influence upon him!"
Lara nodded and then faced the approaching old woman, putting a bright smile on her face. "Welcome! Would you like to sit with us?"
The woman stopped at the edge of the booth's table, then shook her head. "I am Katrina, the wife of the Mayor. The Chief told me of your plans to climb the mountain tomorrow. You must not!"
"Would you explain why you are opposed to our expedition?"
"I am an old woman. As a girl I remember my grandmother telling me stories passed down from her grandmother of the vampire! Since we have abandoned the old Religion, the Crux de Diablo is all that is restraining the monster from our heretical past. To remove it from the tomb will bring Diablo down upon us!"
"And who is this 'Diablo'?" Lara added, already knowing the myths.
"The Devil!" the old woman barked back. "The vampire was just a manifestation of the Devil! That is his mountain, not ours! That is why it is named so!"
"I have heard parts of the myth, but not in its entirety. Could you explain where this 'vampire' came from?"
"The Christian Spaniards brought him into being! The last Aztec High Priest, as the Spaniards broke down the walls protecting the last temple, atop the mountain, turned on God and cursed him. The curse was so loud and powerful that Satan, in hell, heard it and visited the High Priest. He turned the High Priest into a vampire because the High Priest was not interested in reconciliation, only revenge for destroying his people and religion. As a vampire he ravaged the Spaniards, even taking the Spanish Governor's own woman, a Spanish Baroness, for his own whore. After one hundred years of his terror, an Italian Priest sent here for the purpose, found his hiding place under the old Temple and planted the Crux in his tomb to trap him there. If a non-believer should ever take the Crux, the vampire will be freed to attack us again!"
"And you believe this tale? Must be three hundred years old!" Lara replied in disbelief, though trying to keep all mockery from her voice so as to not insult the old woman.
"Not believe it at your own peril!" The old woman came back. "If you plan on stealing the Crux, I will have my husband ban you from climbing Diablo."
Lara glared at her.
"But," the woman smoothly added, "you are a great and famous Archeologist…yes, we know of you and your science, as does Mexico City, even in this backwater and jungle surrounded place…Because you are so famous, and if you promise not to take the Crux, I will permit you to climb the mountain!"
"Permit!…" Lara mumbled, then wisely held her tongue.
The old woman smiled. "You must make an oath not to take the Crux from the mountain! That is the only way!"
Grumbling, Lara looked at Maria, then back at the old woman. "I agree…you have my Oath!" she lied.
"Good!" the old woman replied. "Then you will be permitted to climb the mountain tomorrow. Just be certain not to take anything from the tomb within the cave near the top."
The climb the next morning more resembled climbing the Matterhorn rather than climbing the steps of a Mayan pyramid. Lara knew, and easily recognized, that the mountain called "Diablo" must have been constructed originally of a massive man made pyramid…at least at its top, for evidence of steps could still be seen starting about halfway up the climb. But once they reached the entrance to the cave, very near the top of the mountain, and looked out at the misty jungle far below, Lara could see nearly fully around the mountaintop where the Spaniards, apparently, had destroyed all the steps that they could reach, as well as the ceremonial temple at the mountain's very peak.
"This must have been abandoned four centuries ago," Lara remarked to Maria. "No one has been here since Cortez's time, I'll bet!" Her 'tomb raider' juices were really flowing.
Maria, wearing heavy shorts with no leggings, just like Lara, had a much less revealing flannel shirt on instead of Lara's boob outlining tank top. "You did promise Katrina not to take anything."
Lara smirked at the girl's naivety. "If they never come up here, they'll never miss anything! Lets go!"
Lara's breasts, fully outlined by her clinging, stuffed sleeveless t-shirt, quivered stiffly in their unfettered condition. Full and firm, jiggling like they were made of stiffly set jello, her nearly perfect cones jutted far out from her chest. Her hardened nipples, stiff with anticipation and excitement since the climb had begun, preceded her into the cave's opening.
The electric lamps they brought illuminated the passageway completely.
Which was good, for the cave seemed to be protected by traps and pits almost as much as a stereotypical Hollywood movie. It took them over an hour to make their way just over a hundred yards into the, likely, man made mountain cave. In doing so they had to cross over no less than three spike lined pits, two rock slide traps, and a twenty foot long wall that threw darts, no doubt poisoned, in response to the noise of their boot enclosed feet upon a slate floor.
All in just over three hundred feet!
"Someone didn't want us to get to…there!" Lara exclaimed proudly when the hallway opened into three passageways: one to the left, one to the right, and one straight ahead. The ahead passage expanded suddenly into a room-like area some fifty feet across. Each passageway on the sides curved inward, proceeding deeper into the dark mountain.
Ahead of them, off from the center of the absolutely dark rock hewn room, sitting upon an, as yet, unseen rock platform as a casket made of wood…
"Daddy!" came the silken slow and sexy voice through the hydrogen sulfide and brimstone smoke laced air of the cavern some forty miles below the mountain known as Diablo. "Guess what? We have visitors!"
Without the least acknowledgment either of light or sound, a massive stone throne appeared, a towering red skinned 'man' seated upon it. His glowing red eyes scanned through the absolute blackness of the cavern, quickly fixing upon the little female standing naked before him.
'Little' relative, that is, to his bulk.
The voice, as well as the figure, did not change. "Daddy, did you hear me? Visitors to the tomb! How long has it been? Three hundred years? And they are female!"
'Daddy' growled and ran his leering eyes up and down his daughter's own supernaturally delicious body. She was a good sixteen inches shorter than his near seven foot height, and her face looked as old as a schoolgirl's just too young to drive. Her own taut skin was a slightly lighter form of his red. Her figure was quite inhuman: Waist of a junior high school cheerleader, belly severely flat and ribbed, hips of a Hollywood porn-starlet, a long, whipping tail extending atop where her bulging, 'bubble-butt' buttocks came together over a deep, dark asscrack. Breasts no Hollywood starlet could match. Seriously 'D' cup, rigidly and firmly conical, they stuck out a good two inches farther than Lara's own envy and erection stimulating boobs. Even broader at the base, the two male (and female) mesmerizing tits refused to jiggle at all. Her body was perfectly yet sveltely defined, her musculature more like a heroine's in a classic comic book than any human female's. Her tail ended with a fist sized arrowhead shaped 'glans'.
"Female you say?" her 'father' growled, eyes flashing.
She stepped up to him, standing between his hastily spread thighs, and, her own red eyes glowing, she pulled the short kilt made of three hundred year old Spanish and Native human skin, his only item of clothing, off from around his hips.
Immediately his deeply red, tentacle-like cock, all eighteen inches of semi-erect and supernatural organ, flipped up into her enrapt face.
In turn, he was muscled like an insane weight lifter, muscles upon muscles. His skull was more elongated than a human's, his jaw almost a snout, his chin coming to a point. His mouth was lined with vicious looking two inch long fangs. He possessed a chest that looked like it could have come from a Greek statue, his thighs coming from a Greek god. His waist and especially his hips were narrow, maybe too narrow for proportion, and his feet were broad, long, and caped with long claws that scrapped the rocky floor when he walked. His tail was twice as long and thick as his daughter's. When upright his knees bent from the weight of hauling around his anaconda of a cock as well as two testicles the size of melons that seemed to always be hung halfway to the floor.
They were consistently hot and heavy with loads that could be measured in liters.
His cock began immediately drooling precum, tons of it, all over his daughter's cock clutching, but still dwarfed, hands.
"Naamah, you say two females have violated the tomb?" he growled, eyes now fixed on her hands, which had begun to jack and milk his still flexible organ. Soon, he knew, she would have him extending rigidly, like an iron bar, more than two feet before him.
"Yes, Diabolos my Father," Naamah replied, kissing the tip of his towering pole. A coiled strand of his essence stuck to her lip when she pulled away. "One of them is that Lara Croft, an infamous tomb robber."
"Then do you think she will take the Crux from the tomb?"
"From what I know of her, I can guarantee it! But she is not superstitious. She does no believe in Satanic ritual. So she is unlikely to use the Crux to free you from this place!"
"Damn!" Diabolos roared, slamming his hand down atop his daughter's head, trying to force her mouth around his rising cock.
Naamah skillfully, from long practice, slipped her head out from under his hand. "Wait, Daddy! Croft's companion looks to be a weak willed girl from the village. Let me take possession of her and then I can fuck that Croft woman into a more…compliant state. Then you could place a command in her to find someone who could perform the ritual! That way I could have my fun with the human, and you could be freed!"
Diabolos glared down at his female demonic daughter between his thighs. With an all knowing smile she was slowly stroking his titanic prick, adding influence to her argument. With a broad lecherous grin and a flash in his red eyes, he nodded, once, in agreement with her. Then he replanted his hand atop her smiling head. This time, when he pushed down, she meekly obeyed. Letting him force her head down, she opened her mouth as wide as she could so her 'Daddy' could wrap her head around a good nine inches of the leg thick organ.
The scraping of her razor sharp fangs over the inhumanly tough skin of his prick felt…wonderful.
After three hundred years his daughter was so good at servicing him!
And after three hundreds years, if he could just be freed of the curse that stranded him here, midway between the Human realm and his true home in Hades, there would be other…Bitches who would be obediently on their knees before him, eagerly chowing down on his crank, begging forgiveness for double crossing him!
Without so much as a gag, Naamah instinctively gave hot, eager, perfectly competent suck.
"That's it, my daughter!" he moaned as she began bobbing over his jumping meat, taking ever more of him with each plunge down until her throat was swollen from swallowing nearly fifteen inches of fiercely rigid demonic dick. "Finally, after three hundred years, I can escape this lonely prison!" His hand upon her head began driving her head down with ever stronger thrusts.
Soon she was gagging…
But Diabolos wasn't paying attention…at least to her gagging. "And then I can finally obtain my vengeance upon these wretches…especially the female ones…who managed to imprison me!"
After some minutes of selfless service, Naamah jerked her head out from under his massive hand. In a rough voice of the consummate cocksucker she husked, "Let me journey to the tomb, Daddy. Let me make use of her…show her the penalties of her arrogant audacity…and then give her to you…for your use…for your pleasure! Then she will willingly steal the Crux and free you from this enslavement. And I will go with her to insure she does what she is ordered!"
He tried to force her head back around his jumping, spit shined prick. "From what you said, she will not perform the ceremony that will free me!"
Naamah, straining, resisted his hand. "She will comply once you take her! These Human women have very weak wills and minds…especially with you inside them!" She finished by shaking his drooling prick to indicate that she knew exactly which part of him fitted inside these easy Human women!
He stopped trying to force her. "Yes! We will induce the Croft woman to perform the ceremony and free me and we will rule whatever land the Croft woman runs to! You are so bright, my daughter!"
"Thank you , Daddy! Now let me serve you before I go…" And without further delay she engulfed nearly half of him into her blazing hot, silky wet mouth.
"OOOH!" her father groaned, suddenly gripping the arms of his throne. "Damn! You are good, you cocksucker!"
"Um-huh!" she hummed, stiffly nodding her head.
His nearly swallowed prick jumped and she gagged, loud and nastily.
"Don't stop!" he roared, thrusting his hips into her bobbing face. "Don't stop! I'm almost there!"
Three hundred years of only one cock to suck had made Naamah very good…a downright expert…at nursing on her Daddy. When his bone began bobbing she dropped her hands to his melon sized, red hot balls.
Sinking her long nails deeply into the firmly spongy testicle flesh, she effortlessly set him off.
As he bellowed, shaking loose stalactites from the ceiling of the cavern, Naamah began desperately gulping down mouthfuls of her Daddy's porridge as great jets of lumpy, off white spunk began spewing out Naamah's dainty, flared nostrils…
Lara turned on the battery powered camp-light and placed it on a flat, low rock nearly in the center of the chamber. It cast eerie dark shadows on the walls that curved nearly 360 degrees around her. Save for the openings to the two passageways exiting the chamber, and the cave opening by which they had entered, the walls were smoothly curved, blending into a similarly smoothed ceiling which had to be an unnecessary ten feet high.
The rock had been smoothed, it wasn't natural, Lara immediately recognized. "This had been made…made by man…by men with primitive stone tools, no less!" she gasped.
Maria nodded excitedly. This was her first 'expedition' and she was beside herself in anticipation of what they would find. She spoke in a hurried pant, and her first words echoed in the chamber before she could calm her voice, "I have heard stories…er…stories from the old women who remember such stories, of how the vampire forced the people of the village, long ago, to dig this into the mountain and smooth the rocks with their hands. The stories must be true…"
"Fantastic!" Lara replied. "But that part must be true, the evidence is all around us. Incredible achievement!" Then she hesitated. "But vampire? No, no such creature exists. The stories cannot be true about that!"
"Then what is that?" Maria broke in, pointing to a shadowy structure near the far wall. It was rectangular, about six or so feet long, and set upon a low rock. It was only some three feet tall, so had gone unnoticed until Maria saw it in her flashlight's beam.
Unconsciously, subconsciously, Lara dropped her hands to her trusty pistols. "Looks like a coffin…" she said absentmindedly.
Then she was making right for it, flashlight in her hand instead of a gun.
As she approached she noticed the piece of wood extending out the open top of the 'casket'.
It was extending out of a body laid out inside the coffin.
"What he's wearing…" Maria exclaimed. "Is that a knight's armor?"
Lara, eyes now gleaming in excitement and avarice, nodded. "Spanish armor, I think. I'd bet it dates back to the early Seventeenth Century!" That alone makes the expedition profitable! she added silently to herself.
"Look, there is a…a stake thrust into his chest!" Maria added.
Lara looked back, sweeping her flashlight beam up and down the armored body. His hands were the only part of him not armored, and they were just loose bones in the general arrangement of hands. But she couldn't avoid the tapered piece of wood, the shaft of a spear it looked like, that had punched a hole in nearly the exact center of the breastplate.
With fear in her voice, Maria spoke in a whisper, "Isn't that what they did to vampires…to kill them…back in Europe, where you came from?"
Lara, stunned, nodded. Then she shook her head. "But this is no supernatural being. They don't exist! Maybe he was a warrior that had rebelled, and they refused to pull out the spear that had finally put him away?" Seeing continued disbelief and not a little fear on Maria's face, Lara went on, bending over the moldy wooden coffin. She lifted the visor covering the face. "And look, Maria. Does this skull look any different from anyone else's? Where are the fangs? A vampire must have fangs, right? No, this is a native warrior, a rebel, who had gotten some Spanish armor during his rebellion."
Then Lara caught the sudden glint of metal…no…gold! Like a moth to a flame, her flashlight beam went straight to where a part of the half rotten coffin, over the dead man's head, had come loose. Behind it was a definite golden glint.
As carefully as she could she tried to pull the wood out further, to get a better look at what was behind…
The wood shattered the instant she pulled on it.
Revealing a cross behind it.
Reaching in, Lara seized it where the arms crossed the body and pulled the entire thing right out! Instantly her expert eye recognized gold. No tarnish, no rust, shiny like brand new…had to be gold.
It was approximately eighteen inches high, the arms being a good foot across. And from its weight and other characteristics, Lara was certain it was solid gold.
Scattered around both sides of the cross were twenty-six precious stones. Diamonds, rubies, emeralds, there were thirteen on the front and another thirteen on the back.
"Thirteen on each side? Why thirteen?" Lara asked aloud to no one.
Maria replied, "The number of apostles in the beginning, before the thirteen betrayed Him? Such a number would mean something to a vampire."
Not taking her eyes off of the Crux, Lara replied, "Or maybe they just thought he was a vampire? We still have no evidence that he was." She continued to study the priceless artifact.
But was it priceless? For instance, could she sell it to the Government? That might be easier all told than smuggling it back into the U.S.
But no. The Gerry Museum, as well as the Jane Goodenough College, which has some serious endowment behind it, would make smuggling it worthwhile.
"Its settled, then," Lara told herself. "I'm taking this back with me, just as I'm taking Maria to be my assistant.
But while Lara debated with herself, Maria was nervously staring at the coffin. She was having second thoughts on bringing Lara here. The Crux was a treasure of the town, of the country. It shouldn't be taken away just because you could. She really didn't believe in the vampire, but she was convinced that to take the Crux away would spell disaster for her town.
Which were the last thoughts she had…
The solid rock floor beneath her feet abruptly glowed gently. Then, with a loud inhalation, Maria froze.
Then, accompanied by the sounds of bones cracking and cloth ripping, Maria abruptly grew in violent jerks and stretches a good three inches in height and even more so in her chest.
Lara, hearing the sharp crack of bone, was finally distracted from her 'find' to look at 'Maria'. "My God!" she gasped. "What's happening to you, Maria!?"
Jerking wildly as joints broke and then reformed, Maria was silent as her hips widened, causing the seam in her shorts to rip while her blouse dramatically expanded. All the expansion was in front of her chest. It was her breasts, swelling and expanding wildly until her bra split and two oversized and yet perfectly conical and broad based tits jutted far out before her, putting Lara's famous unfettered jugs into a definite second place.
"Maria!" Lara cried again. "What's happening?"
An insane smile formed on Maria's face, and she opened her eyes.
They were as red as hell itself.
"Lara Croft…" 'Maria' said in a low, sensuous voice that was totally arousing and completely evil.
Lara, though she considered herself far from gay, felt a shiver roar up her spine and her unfettered nipples jump into erection. Then her hands dropped to her pistols.
"Y…you are not Maria!" she gasped through a suddenly sexy-dry throat.
The creature shook her head slowly. Even that was so incredibly sexy Lara could hardly restrain herself from panting as he belly ignited.
"Maria is no more, I am afraid. You may address me as Maria, if you wish! Mmmm! Pardon my familiarity, but you look even better in the flesh!" She dragged out 'flesh' until Lara's belly melted with runaway heat. Not wanting any of this, she just couldn't seem to help it. Her body no longer obeyed her mind.
Looking down at the wet patch just formed in Lara's crotch, Naamah added, "You look good enough to eat! And I think I will!"
That did it! Those words goaded the Adventuress into action. In a blur Lara drew both pistols and leveled them on 'Maria'. "Ok, whoever…whatever you are! What is this all about? And where is Maria?"
'Maria' stepped forward, towards Lara. Taking her blouse in both hands, she ripped it in two, throwing buttons all over the chamber. Both of her inhumanly perfect breasts thrust out of her naked chest, the conical and firm boob meat hardly quivering.
In-spite of her anger, and now fear, Lara's breath caught in her throat at the sight of those magnificent mammaries! Gay or not gay, the feelings that surged through her at the very vision of such awe inspiring and arousing female flesh heated her up something awful.
While Lara tried to manage her undesired lust, 'Maria', still striding, ripped off her heavy shorts and, with each following step, kicked off her boots.
Still she came on, now breathtakingly naked.
"No underwear," was the first thoughts Lara had when her eyes dropped to the bald cameltoe of 'Maria'. "Just like me!"
'Maria' was on her third step, her naked form glistening from Lara's camp-light, when she spoke again. "Come to me, Lara Croft! Come to me so I can show you glorious passion and searing lust that you will never…can never run away from! Come to me, Lara Croft!"
"Stop!" Lara barked, cocking her guns. "No closer! I'm warning you!"
"You do not want to harm me!" 'Maria' husked, each word now driving Lara ever higher and hotter as surging, delicious passion threatened to overwhelm her. "You want to submit to me! Serve under me! Love me!"
Lara was suddenly smelling brimstone, sulfur, and…cinnamon. Strangely, it was the cinnamon that generated her reaction. "Like hell, Bitch! I warned you!" she barked.
With an ear splitting roar, she let off a round from her right hand pistol.
Nothing happened!
That is, nothing happened to 'Maria'. The bullet bounced loudly off the far wall.
And she couldn't have missed at this range! The bullet must have passed right through her!
Lara let off two further rounds from each gun…just to be sure.
They didn't even slow 'Maria' down! The sounds of those bullets bouncing off the far wall rang in her ears.
'Maria' took another step closer.
Lara took a step back.
"Come to me, Lara! I want you! You cannot deny me! This is your destiny."
The bullets had had no effect! She was acting as if they had never been fired!
"W…why are you doing this?" Lara stuttered.
"Because I want and love you, Lara Croft. My name is Naamah, by the way. You will learn it well! It has been so long since I last fucked a Human female! Now I have the great Lara Croft to fuck! And you will oh so enjoy serving under me!"
"Like hell! I'm no dyke!" Lara barked back. Then she emptied her pistols, at point-blank range, into the slowly approaching…thing. And before the last shell had deflected off the far wall she had scooped up the camp-light and, temporarily forgetting the Crux, made a dash down the right hand passageway.
Naamah laughed brilliantly from behind her.
Lara made about thirty yards down the passageway before she ran into another chamber, this one substantially smaller that the central one. The walls and ceiling was much more crudely hewn, and certainly much less work had went into carving this part of the tomb from the solid rock.
But what had stopped her was the chains and manacles hanging from those rough walls and ceiling…and the piles of bones laying under some of the wall mounted chains.
"You are tired of running from me, Lara Croft?" came from behind her.
Spinning around, she drew her empty guns out of habit, then stood, panting and staring, as the unnaturally beautiful and naked…thing strolled in.
No helping it, Lara felt another wicked rush of pure, unwanted and unasked for, lust sweep through her.
Naamah stopped some ten feet away, almost invisible in the shadows. "Let me give you some more light! It will calm you!" and she waved her hand and the walls around them suddenly were glowing! Not bright enough to read by, but sufficient to see clearly Naamah's incredible beauty in its entirety.
She was smirking broadly. "You realize now that your resistance is futile? Anyway, I can see how…aroused you are. Your pants are soaked with lust…lust for me!"
"No!" Lara choked, almost in tears. Then she threw first one, then the other useless handgun at the smirking beast. Effortlessly Naamah caught each in one hand. Inspecting them for a moment, she crushed each into twisted metal junk in her hand, then callously threw them aside.
For once a cold chill went up Lara's spine when she saw that. For the first time since entering the cave she began to doubt she was going to get out of this one!
"W-what do you want of me?" she gasped through a desert dry throat.
"You!" Naamah replied with a wicked leer. "I want your love, your lush human body, I want you! I want you as my sexual slave for all time!"
"I…I can't…" Lara replied, terrified as the thing approached her again.
"On yes you can!" Naamah replied smoothly, coming on to stand a foot before the intimidated Archeologist. "As you are no doubt already thinking: You have no choice. I can crush you as easily as I destroyed your firearms! You can do nothing to me and I can do whatever I want to you!"
Their eyes locked. "Anything!"
Lara could only stand there, staring at the smiling monster before her. She was convinced that she was trapped, that there was no miraculous escape this time!
Anyway, in spite of her fear, and anger, this creature was becoming ever more desirable and hot to her! Whether she liked it or not!
"Now, Lara Croft, strip!" Naamah quietly commanded.
Lara hesitated. Even hot as she was, she really DIDN'T want to remove her clothes…to be naked before this thing!
Naamah abruptly lost her smirk. "I can strip you as easily as I crushed your firearms!"
Lara had to agree with that! With a sigh, and no further thinking, she pulled her tank top off over her head. She blushed when she caught Naamah scoping her jiggling boobs!
It had been a long time since she had even considered…sex…with another female. Not since her school days…
Now, as she unbuttoned her shorts, dropping the zipper, and then letting them fall down off her wide hips and long, powerful legs to pool around her ankles, consciously with absolutely no positive feelings about it, she was, nonetheless, getting hotter than a firecracker! What was with her?! She really had no desire for sex with this…thing! She was as terrified as she could remember, just being alone with it! Yet she swore she had pussy juice running down the insides of her thighs!
"Raise your arms, Lara Croft!" went the next command.
Without thinking Lara obeyed. It was only when her right wrist was suddenly bound by an ancient iron manacle, chained to the ceiling, did she realize what was happening! And no sooner did she move her left arm away from its manacle than Naamah seized her left wrist in one hand in a bone crushing grip. She had never felt such a grip! From anyone! Instantly she knew that this thing could crush her bones and dismember her arm from her body! One handed!
At once she submitted to the superior strength, letting her left arm join her right in hanging from the ceiling bound manacles.
Then Naamah knelt and, displaying the same murderous strength, manacled her ankles until she was held, by ancient iron chains, in a great spread eagle, her boobs and pussy completely open and exposed.
Naamah stepped up to Lara, then cupped her heaving melons.
Lara raggedly inhaled at the torrid pleasure that emanated from her handled boobs. She couldn't believe how good that felt! Her aching nipples jumped up, almost doubling in length as they hardened into rock-like pebbles.
Just from touching her tits!
"Lara Croft, you have breasts you should be proud of! It is so enjoyable to hold them…handle them! Do you enjoy my handling of you?"
Lara stared into Naamah's eyes, but said nothing.
"I must make you my slave, Lara Croft. I will make you my slave, never leaving me, always wanting to serve me…to service me! Now, I wish to taste you!" And she leaned forward, her mouth opening before Lara's swollen and jutting left boob.
The lips latched onto Lara's stiff nipple and immediately began to nurse on her hungrily.
Lara winced, but not from pain. The mouth was so hot! And talented! Never, she was certain at that moment, had she been suckled like this!
Lara began panting almost at once, and her nipple sent her body the most outrageous signals of deep and intense sexual pleasure. Within a minute she was gasping for air like a long distance runner.
"Stop!" Lara husked when she saw Naamah switch from the left to right nipple.
But she was ignored and, once her right nipple was being nursed, she was climbing again. Outrageously the pleasure built. Never had she experienced such blissful sensations from being sucked on! Her lower belly burned with oh so sexy fire, and both her tits now throbbed, both nervously and physically.
Then she noticed that she had popped up upon her tip toes, the pleasure was that great!
And it was great! Fucking great! Orgasmic great!
"Stop!" she gasped again when Naamah pulled off one nipple with a pop and reacquired the other.
The pleasure continued to build. She could no longer lower herself to flat footed. Her legs flexed mightily, her entire body was contracted on tip toes. Her lungs burned from her massive exertion, her trunk and forehead shone with fresh sweat.
Naamah gently held Lara still by her hands on Lara's taut waist while she continued to nurse.
"Please!" Lara whined, the pleasure threatening to turn her throbbing body against her resistance, her consciousness being smothered by near orgasmic bliss.
"Cum!" Naamah briefly commanded between nipples. "Cum for me now, slave!"
"No!" Lara managed to groan. But that was all she could do. Her body was prepared, and ready, to ignore her to get that blessed orgasm!
When Naamah again orally gripped her left nipple, she added fangs to the nipple stimulation, and the blissful, and submission demanding, excitement jumped another notch. Lara chewed on her lower lip as the sensations, and her pant, built again, rising to dizzying, and definitely orgasmic, heights.
Her legs where shaking now, flexed as they were, holding her up on tip toes. She had developed a hoarse pant, her belly heaving in time with it. She was leaning forward in her chains, as if she were feeding her aching, swollen tits to her tormentor.
Then Naamah pulled her mouth off and seized both of Lara's stiff, reddened nipples in her hands, gripping them between her thumb and the edge of her forefinger.
Twisting both nipples, slowly, clockwise then counterclockwise, she smirked at the vividly grimacing Archeologist. "Now you will cum for me, Lara Croft!"
The near painful pleasure gripped her and her breathing picked up further until she could no longer speak. Her mind melted under the torturous bliss, and her body, ignoring now the feeble, oh so desperate orders to resist that was all her crippled consciousness could utter, started convulsing.
There was nothing Lara Croft could do.
"AAAAHHH!" she howled in her first nipple orgasm, writhing and jerking in her impervious bonds, screaming and moaning like an animal…
All for Naamah…
It was long minutes before Lara, hanging limp in her chains, could come back to Earth. Her body glistened with streams of sweat, her lungs still sucking in liters of air, though she was no longer on her tip toes.
Naamah had finally released her raw, red nipples, though her boobs still heaved sexily. The Demoness began running her claw armed hands up and down Lara's waist and belly. Soon she was running the tips of her severely pointed fingernails, almost claws, over Lara's again heaving belly. She would run them up and then down the compressed sides of her waist, over her kidneys, and then around front again to her belly.
She would stroke till she was perilously close to Lara's mound, with its little tuft of black pubic hair. Then she would stroke back up to her surging navel. Over and over she stroked until Lara was again panting, her belly rolling with renewed jolts of bliss.
"My slaves I do not wish to have hair anywhere save their heads." Naamah said once Lara's eyes were again open and focused. "You must comply with my wishes!"
When Lara looked down, her jutting sex mound was a bald as a baby's butt.
Naamah leaned up against Lara's wet body, continuing to stroke her jumping abdomen. Slipping slowly around the Human's body, she hissed conspiratorially into Lara's ear, "I am not done with you, Lara Croft! I still must taste you! I will taste you. And you will know the enslaving bliss known to my women!"
Then she was behind Lara, though still stroking her belly. But suddenly Lara felt something muscular and hot and wet slither down her lower back, right to the beginning of her asscrack. Like a soaked snake it slid into her crack, spreading her clenched buttocks and soaking down her nether flesh.
She wriggled when the tip probed her anus, powerfully parting her sphincter, insistently demanding entrance.
Lara gasped when a good couple of inches of snake succeeded in penetrating her.
That had felt good! she reluctantly admitted to herself.
The tongue withdrew.
Naamah was now kneeing behind her, her face even with Lara's hard, smooth and bulbous buttocks. Even though she was no longer teasing Lara's belly, Lara's navel was heaving again.
Part of her was urging the monster on!
Hot humid air swirled around her buttocks and surged up her asscrack.
"Your backside is magnificent, Lara Croft!" Sexily growled the Demoness. "So meaty! And your taste…"
Lara raggedly gasped then the snake reappeared, surging between her buttocks and sliding, hot and slick, right between her widely spread thighs and into her pussy. It bulled apart her labia and Lara quickly looked down, eyes wide and white in near terror, as she saw the forked end of a blood red tongue slip over her clit and spend a count waving around before her like a snake's tongue.
As she watched she felt the snake retreat. The forked tip, as it retired, took a final slap against Lara's clit, making her hiss between her teeth and jerk her hips.
Lara was still shuddering when Naamah pulled her feet long tongue from between Lara's buns. "As I thought, Lara Croft, you are delicious! I will enjoy your taste when you cum for me again!"
"W…What?" Lara gasped, her thighs already quivering from the almost painful flick of her clit. "You can't be serious…woo!"
She had embarrassingly squealed when Naamah thrust her tongue powerfully back between Lara's dripping wet bums. The tip of the tongue easily forced her anal sphincter and violated the Archeologist's most intimate opening even before Lara could cry out.
Not wasting any time up her butt, the tongue almost immediately withdrew to slide forward, again easily bulling aside Lara's labia, to her vagina.
"No!" Lara started, but the tongue would not be denied. It easily entered her and, feeling much thicker than when Lara had seen it, drove powerfully up into her belly. It only stopped when the forked end was stroking across her cervix.
"NooooOOOOOOHHHH!" Lara's protest degenerated into a long, wailful moan of intense, mind numbing pleasure, her eyes closing as she was relentlessly penetrated. Instinctively her knees buckled and spread further outward, her butt raised up as her hips titled back, giving more direct access to her tormentor.
But no sooner had it shown its mastery of her pussy than the fat snake withdrew to complete its passage between Lara's wet thighs.
Panting again, her body ready, straining for another mad orgasm chained to a torture chamber. She saw the forked tongue reappear before her, swaying hypnotically just below her unhooded, defenseless clit.
As she watched the tongue withdrew, dragging the forked tip back into the sheath of her floppy pussylips. Again, just before leaving eyesight, the two forks flicked up and whipped Lara's stiff, swollen clit.
"Ah!" she gasped as the pleasure/pain again surged through her.
But this time the tongue didn't completely withdraw. Just as the bifurcated tip reached her anus, it gave a stinging slap of that, then immediately slid quickly forward, right through her labia.
When it reappeared, the forked tip whipped Lara's clit viciously, a good three whipping strikes from each branch, enough to force Lara to cry out. Then it retreated again only to whip her anal pore the same way.
Then back again.
To Lara the sensation was incredible. First a stinging slap to her anus, then, a second later, fiendish pleasure as her defenseless clit was whipped for another second. Then the cycle was repeated.
The pain and pleasure overwhelmed the Adventuress. Soon she was hoarsely panting as her nervous system was electrified. The longer the combination of stimulation went, the stronger she gasped, the harder the stimulation, the higher her nervous system went.
There was never a doubt in Lara's pleasure swamped mind that she could hold off the impending massive orgasm. She mindlessly repeated the same "No!", only each time was a little louder, a little sharper than the previous. Never had she been stimulated so intensely, so accurately, so perfectly.
In less than a minute she was back on her tip toes, howling her second orgasm like a chihuahua just kicked, "Ei! Ei! Ei! Ei! Ei!" she wailed. Her hips jerked futilely, she twisted in her bindings, nothing helped. Her nervous system was saturated with sensation and all she could do was jerk and writhe in her chains while she howled like a nitwit.
Her voice and thighs gave out long before the orgasms did, and she wound up hanging from her arms, still jerking and sweating and honking to the timing of each omnipotent jolt of mind blinding orgasmic pleasure.
Literally, she had no idea how long she hung, cuming for a Demoness.
When she finally did regain some sense of where she was at, Naamah was standing by a box that had laid some ten feet to Lara's right. As the Human watched and sweated, breathing like she had just finisted a marathon, the Demoness was routing through what was inside.
Lara saw the spear shaft sticking straight up from inside the box. Was it another coffin?
From inside the headboard Naamah pulled out something, then returned to the hanging, sweating Lara.
"That was the coffin of Baroness de Coradoro, the Spanish woman who became the vampire's concubine. She went 'native' you see. Must have really enjoyed the big prick we gave him!"
Lara refused to even acknowledge that Naamah had anything she was interested in. Her mind was still fried by the massive orgasms she had just had, and she really wasn't thinking straight.
Stepping up to her, Naamah showed her the four inch diameter, over foot long dildo.
Lara's eyes flew open. "NO! Please! Not that! Don't use that in me!"
Naamah didn't lose her little smile. "Now, Daddy plans on visiting soon…to make a request of you…and I just know that you are not…prepared to accept him. So I need to prepare you for servicing him. See?"
Lara frantically shook her head. "No!" she croaked.
"Now do not be disagreeable. Its been good for you so fare hasn't it?"
Lara dropped her head in resignation. They were going to kill her…fuck her to death. She was convinced. "Don't!" she gasped.
"I think that this will work better if you are in the proper position," she said and suddenly Lara's wrist manacles popped open.
Ignominiously she fell forward, only catching herself by her extended arms. Now her ass was the highest part of her.
Patting her on that sweaty bubblebutt, Naamah stepped around behind her. "Now this is a well prepared pussy! Don't you agree?"
"No!" Lara gasped to the floor. Her consciousness wanted desperately to get up, but her body shook with exhaustion and…
Something else…
By the gods, she was enjoying this! She didn't want it to end.
She didn't want to bring her ass down, she wanted it offered up. She wanted more…
She felt the fist sized head of the dildo press and slip between her labia, then slide up and down her soaked pussy. She knew, she could feel, that it would soon be dripping with her lubrication.
She was ready for penetration.
And penetration arrived. Naamah wasted no time nor sensitivities with the bent over Adventuress, but pressed the lubed head right into her wide open vagina and pushed.
Lara gave out with a yelp as, with a syrupy 'pop', the five plus inch wide 'glans' was suddenly admitted into Lara's belly. At once Naamah drove the entire fifteen inch length of the shaft after it, smashing the head against the Archeologist's cervix.
Lara's eyes popped open and she gave out with a near panicked "AAAAHHH!" as her guts filled so dramatically. And when her womb was struck! Stars flashed behind her eyes!
But Naamah wasn't interested in anything but fucking this Human stupid. At once she began driving the dildo in and out of the Adventuress, ignoring her cries, unleashing all her demonic power.
"AAAAHHH!" Lara screamed as the dildo continued to pierce her in a blur, pounding her girl guts into jello. Again she had never experienced a fucking like it. And every belly jiggling collision of dildo and cervix just made her womanly organs melt and her eyes roll up.
Naamah grabbed Lara's ponytail and pulled her head back with it, forcing her ass back towards the pounding dildo. Anyone watching would have been alarmed at the bulges that formed under her belly, bulges that looked like the dildo in outline.
Never had she been so penetrated!
She was rushing again towards a mind crushing orgasm, of yet a third type, when suddenly Naamah stopped! Then pulled out!
"NO!" Lara barked and looked back at the demoness.
But Naamah was looking in the opposite direction.
Then Lara heard the growl. A growl that could have come from hell itself.
Turning her head back forward she saw the towering, misshapened creature. His head nearly reached the ceiling. Dark red was his hue. Two thick horns extended from the sides of his head, one broken off in some ancient, demonic battle sticking half way out, the other curved to before and above his forehead. His muzzle was filled with a Tyrannosaurus worth of razor sharp, brilliant white, three inch long fangs.
And he had an elephant trunk of a cock, the head resting on the floor some two feet before him. His balls, the size of small watermelons, hung and swung between long and powerful, and bent, legs.
"So this is the famous Lara Croft, eh?" he chuckled as his glaring red eyes took in every curve and bulge of her famous physique. "She looks like fun!" Then he looked at his daughter. "Is she fun, Naamah?"
"She is very much fun, Daddy!" Naamah replied.
Lara looked back over her shoulder, "Daddy!?" she gasped.
Naamah just beamed.
Then, with a bang, Lara's ankles were freed.
She immediately looked forward to see 'Daddy' moving towards her! "Wait!" she hastily yelled.
His cock was no longer touching the floor, but was extending out a good two feet like an upwardly curved steel beam, calf thick and rigid.
Lara, still on her hands and feet, watched in awe and fear as he stepped up to her. But she also caught her vision locking on the swaying cockhead of the beast as he approached.
Seizing her shoulders, he effortlessly raised her upright, then he enwrapped her waist with his huge, powerful hands.
And hoisted her up until they were eye to eye.
Lara sweated and panted as his red, glowing eyes bored into her own. She found herself unable to break their visual link, even unable to blink. His eyes seemed to penetrate her own, reaching into her very mind.
"You will do!" he bellowed into her face. "You will obey! I am tired of being cooped up in this cave! So I tell you this: I will let you take the Crux, and the wealth that goes with it, provided you find someone who can perform the 'Releasing Cast'. You can only do it with the Crux. Once you have found someone to perform the cast, you will be released from the curse I am placing on you! My Daughter, Naamah, whom I believe you have met, will accompany and oversee you! Do not fail me!"
"Curse?" Lara gasped. He was bringing her closer. "What curse?"
He smiled like a predator about to pounce. "Nothing much. Just that you will be unable to deny, resist, or otherwise escape any female who finds you attractive. You will bed them, do what they want and ask, sexually of course, without hesitation or denial, to any female who attempts an advance upon you! I trust you will enjoy…some…of these experiences."
"I'm not a lesbian…" she started to complain.
"You will be!" came Naamah from behind her. "Unless you do what Daddy wants of you!"
"But what do I do?"
"Find a witch who can cast the 'Releasing Cast' with the Crux, that's all!" Naamah replied. "Just let me into and at the student body of that College you teach at! There's witches at every single all girls school. And try to keep out of every student's pants, will you?"
"Now spread for me, Lara Croft!" roared Diabolos. "I wish to use you before you go!"
With his roar Lara faced the Demon, and now her eyes were again fixed. Without thinking she spread her thighs wide and raised her knees. Her pussy became the lowest part of her.
He lowered her, their eyes fixed, and his two feet of cock eagerly rose to speed their joining.
Lara gave out with a gasp when the fat head popped into her. Then she gave out with a shrill cry of pleasure and fear as he dragged her down around his monstrous penis. Finally, when her womb landed upon his cockhead, she gave out with a satisfying grunt.
Then he began lifting and dropping her around his prick.
And Lara met god.
Her grunts rapidly began squeals as he bounced her off his steely woman-breaker.
The suction on her girl tube when the plugging prick withdrew, combined with the belly swelling and jiggling impact when Diabolos rammed her down upon his unbending organ, sent the most deliciously painful, gut dislocating bliss up to her sex fried mind.
That did it! The next orgasm, brutally fucked out of her, forced Lara out of her mind. Her mind disappeared under tons of rapidly repeating cums, endless and supremely overpowering. Once Diabolos really got going, the only thing in her head was CUM.
Meanwhile Diabolos stood still as he fucked the machine-gun orgasming Adventuress. Tits bouncing up and down, belly alternatingly swelling and then sucking in, Lara flew up and down is god-like cock, helpless in his merciless grip.
Lara just came her brains out.
When he penetrated her cervix, after about a dozen meter long up and down strokes, she could feel the cock begin to throb.
And she instinctively knew what that meant!
"Fuck me!" she gasped quite mindlessly, her voice nearly gone. She was totally selfish now, wanting only body wracking pleasure and nothing else. She would do anything to keep the Demon using her. "Master, fuck me!" It felt so fucking good! And the monster just wouldn't stop!
"Will you obey?" He roared back.
Nodding wildly, Lara instantly replied, "I obey! I obey! I'll do whatever you want, Master, just fuck me! I obey!"
"Aaaaah!" Diabolos replied as his cock stiffened and began to jump.
And a hysterically screaming Lara Croft's belly started to obediently accept the demonic cum shooting up into her womb.
"I obey! I obey! I obey!"
As her belly swelled like she was eight months pregnant, Diabolos began to laugh at the great Lara Croft while renewing his vicious fucking, not at all concerned for Lara's battered girl guts.
And what self respecting demon would blame him? Lara certainly was making any protests as she came her brains out around his divine weapon!
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