The End of the Tomb Raider

 A five-part epic that sees Lara Croft stumble onto a village of hung futas who live in a paradise except for one little thing. They don't have any natural women to breed with, unluckily, (Or maybe not) the chief takes a shine to Lara. Broken down and rebuilt into a loyal broodmare, Lara gleefully serves her new bride, even when she's tasked with bringing new women to the tribe.  There's only two things Lara Croft wants now, to make her chief happy, and to give her as many daughters as she possibly can. 

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Chapter 2 sees Lara sent away from her beloved chief back to England, tasked with bringing back five new brides for the tribe to enjoy.  With only a young priestess apprentice to watch over her, how will Lara react to being cut loose and sent back to the place that was once her home?

-o-o-o-

Chief Labembe let out a quiet, contented sigh as she woke up in her bed, nuzzling her face down into the soft furs beneath her.  she winced, feeling her rock-hard rod ache as she lay on it. 

“Lara, sweet, come here.” Her hand searched over the bed for a moment, finding no sign of her pet English woman. She growled in mild frustration and rolled onto her other side, opening her eyes to see the expanse of her bed and the tall wooden frame that surrounded it, entirely Lara-less. 

“Lara?”

She sat up and pursed her lips, scanning her home and finding it empty. The sunlight was still pale and streamed through the slats of her windows at a low angle. Usually, Lara Croft would still be sleeping, cuddled into her side as she slept, or toying with her manhood like the wanton slut she’d been moulded into. Her absence was suspicious, to say the very least.

Stepping outside she was greeted by the sight of the village beginning to wake up. Her sisters were out beginning to tend the orchards, gearing up to check the traps out in the jungle, or simply greeting each other as they emerged from their homes.

“Good morning, chief.”

Labembe turned and smiled, seeing Carabe, Kolma’s young apprentice. She was a beautiful thing, even by the tribe’s standards, tall and muscular and generously proportioned. If Labembe had been as fortunate to have a body like hers when she was a teenager, there were several women around the village that would be sharing her bed with Lara as her wives. Carabe was wearing only her beads, as usual, small stones and jewels and other amulets draped loosely over her naked form, all of which contributed to her magical abilities. At nineteen she was one of the finest magicians in the tribe, Labembe was interested to see how the girl’s talent would develop under Kolma’s guiding hand.

“Good morning to you, little one, you are certainly up early.” She chuckled, accepting a tight hug from the girl and feeling her length stir as it pressed against Carabe’s own twitching fuckstick.

“I have not slept yet, actually.” Carabe admitted, “I have been out in the jungle all night hunting.”

“Hunting for what?” Labembe asked, intrigued. Carabe held up her palms, showing off a small pile of glittering golden stones. The chief raised her brows in surprise. “Gold?”

“not at all, and it’s not false gold either, these are crystals like I’ve seen in the caves below our village!” Carabe grinned, pushing the little stones about with her thumbs. “Kolma’s staff has a large one set into it, it’s the most powerful stone to harness the power of the land through. I’m certain I can set these small ones into jewellery so that you and the rest of us can be even stronger and keep outsiders for good.”

“I have faith in you.” Labembe smiled quietly before turning her head and sighing. “Speaking of outsiders, I seem to have misplaced Lara.”

“You let her roam free now?” Carabe frowned.

“She has earned my trust.” Labembe shrugged, “I think it much more likely she’s playing some game, rather than trying to leave.” Carabe pursed her lips and began to say something before thinking the better of it.

“With your permission, I will take these to Kolma then, and leave you to retrieve her.”

“Run along, little one, tell Kolma I will wait in her home until she is ready.” Labembe nodded, smiling and admiring the girl’s rear as she scampered away. The chief had certain privileges, Labembe mused, perhaps helping herself to the gorgeous young thing before anyone else could snatch her up was one of them. She licked her lips and decided that plundering the girl’s body would have to wait until her primary cocksleeve had been found. 

She wandered naked through the centre of town, politely greeting her followers as she went. As she passed by the stables, an unmistakable giggle met her ears and she sighed, shaking her head with amusement. Of course, Lara would go there to see her sisters… unless…

“Lara!” she barked, marching through the doors and scowling at the jeep in the far corner of the room, it was still under its coverings. She glanced down and saw Lara smiling innocently up at her beside Charlie, one of the older wives in the village. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Just saying hello.” Lara smiled sweetly, padding closer and pressing herself against Labembe’s muscular abdomen, hands immediately wrapping around her rod. “You’re not angry with me, are you mama?”

“you left me alone this morning, my sweet.” Labembe said sternly, taking her by the jaw and squeezing. “you know I don’t like your games.”

“I’m sorry mama, you know I love you.” Lara mewed, batting her lashes and rubbing her slick cunt along Labembe’s stiffening rod. “I just wanted to see them.”

Labembe looked down at Charlie, who shyly avoided her gaze, tucking her hanging breasts under her eye in a vain attempt to hide her shame. like most of the wives of the village, she’d been sculpted into the perfect plaything, even more so than Lara. The young croft was a natural beauty and a magnificent slut, but Charlie and the others were mothers first and foremost. Pendulous udders spilled over her forearm as she tried to hide her nipples, her quivering rump rippled with each movement she made on her hands and knees. From her lips, only vague moans and drool escaped.

“You wanted to see your future?” she chuckled, rubbing one of the rings around her pinkie. “Magnificent beasts, aren’t they? Charlie here came here to ‘educate’ us, a good pious missionary. We educated her on her place in the world. now she worships us, and her husband and children are gone from her mind.”

She reached out and took Lara’s ass in a firm grip, making her wife mew excitedly, and held up her hand. “souvenirs, from every worthless soul I have given purpose. Do you recognise something?”

Lara let out a gleeful squeak and clapped her hands, pointing at a simple silver band resting on Labembe’s finger. “Daddy’s ring! I thought I’d lost it!”

“you no longer own anything, my sweet, you’re just my wife.” Labembe smiled coldly, “This is a memorial to what you used to be, before you became mine.”

“all yours.” Lara agreed mindlessly, stroking her chief’s face. “I’m sorry I was a bad girl, mama. I promise I won’t leave your bed without you again.”

Labembe smiled tiredly and gently kneaded the welcoming flesh of Lara’s ass, enjoying the simple stimulation of the English woman rubbing herself along her length. She admired the stable of interlopers for a few moments, the drooling, lowing cattle she’d twisted them into, before sighing and taking a firm grasp of Lara.

“You shouldn’t make such promises idly, Lara Croft.” She rumbled, tugging the English cumdump against her chest so that her weight wasn’t entirely resting on her cock, “breaking a promise will yield more severe punishments than this.” She landed a sharp slap on Lara’s rump and grinned as the smaller woman squeaked with mixed pain and excitement. She struck Lara’s other cheek and purred as the soft flesh rippled beneath her palm, for an English girl, Lara had an ass that would have fit in well with the rest of the tribe.

“Ooooh, mama, please spank me more.” Lara pleaded, kissing and nibbling at Labembe’s soft brown breast as her head was cradled against it. “I’m such a bad girl.”

The chief laughed softly and gripped Lara by each cheek, dark fingers digging into her pet’s flesh. “tell me, why would I reward you for misbehaving?”

“Because you love making me squeal.” Lara mewed, batting her lashes up at Labembe. “you love seeing me put in my place.”

“I suppose I do.” Labembe smiled softly. She sighed and grabbed Lara by the hips, flipping her over her shoulder and carrying her out of the stables. “So I shall spank you, later. For now there are more important things to attend to.”

“Aw.” Lara pouted, “Can’t you beat me now?” Labembe let out a low, warning growl, silencing the slut immediately. Lara let out a meek whine of protest as the chief carried her past all the women of the village and their delicious cocks, dumping her carelessly onto the floor of a hut she hadn’t been in before. Labembe padded past her, seating herself down at an ornately carved temple and sighing. Lara cocked her head and crawled over to her, nuzzling her head against her mistress’ calf. “Mama?”

“Entertain yourself, sweet. I will tell you when you are needed.”

Lara scowled with annoyance and wriggled her way beneath Labembe’s chair, toying adoringly with her sack as the chief read through a battered leather journal, idly plucking fruit from a bowl on the table.

After a while of playing with her mistress it became clear to Lara that she wasn’t going to be fucked until Labembe decided otherwise, so naturally she sighed and lay down to engage in her second-favourite pastime, napping.

She was awoken by a hand grabbing the scruff of her neck and lifting her into the air, drawing out a startled yelp as she thrashed about, looking for Labembe. The woman standing in front of her, dangling her off the ground as if she weighed nothing, was decidedly scarier than her beloved mistress.

She was taller and thinner than most of the villagers, with a lean frame, small elegant breasts and smooth hips. Her skin was lighter than the rich brown of the others, and her hair was grey. Her lined face was beautiful, but stern, and a long scar as carved over her brow down her cheek, passing through where her left eye should have been. She was naked except for a simple beaded sash looped over one shoulder.

Lara whined quietly, cowed by the woman’s glare. “Where’s mama?”

The woman sniffed disdainfully and shifted to one side, letting Lara see the chief lounging in the hut’s bed, watching calmly. “M… mama? Have I been bad?”

“Always, my sweet.” Labembe sighed with a small smile, “But you are not here for punishment.”

“What is your name?” the woman growled, her voice was deep and gravelly.

“L… Lara. Ma’am.” Lara whimpered, “Lara Croft.”

“Where are you from?”

“I… E… England.”

“Do you wish to return there?”

Lara squeaked and wriggled slightly in the woman’s grasp. “No! no I don’t wanna go away! I wanna stay with mama and her yummy cock!”

“I broke her well.” Labembe smirked, “You should have more faith in me.” The older woman snarled and even the chief flinched, swallowing before straightening up. “She is ready to suit our purposes, I assure you.”

“Do you recognise this?” the woman asked quietly, holding the battered book up in her free hand.

“I… it’s my journal, Ma’am.”

“And is everything within it true? All you have seen; all you have done?”

“Yes ma’am.”

The woman dropped her abruptly and Lara quickly scurried to the foot of the bed, grabbing at Labembe’s outstretched hand for comfort. The older woman approached softly, and Lara let out a mewl of mixed terror and adoration as she saw how long her length was, dangling to her ankles even as soft as she was.

“Stand.”

Lara glanced at Labembe who nodded, and slowly rose up to her feet, whimpering as she gazed up at the older woman. “Raise your leg.” Lara nodded and slowly lifted her leg up as high as she could, her knee resting just below her chin. The woman grabbed her ankle in a vice-like grip and began to pull it. Lara whined as her leg was fully extended above her head, her body straining as she did the splits, balancing precariously on one leg.

“You seem physically fit enough.” the woman murmured, swatting Lara’s exposed cunt sharply and raising a brow as the broken woman fell to the ground with a pained yip. As Lara panted on the floor, a stack of books, all old and worn, were dropped before her. the woman sat herself down on the bed and scowled down at her.

“Read the last passage from each.”

Lara paused, confused, and looked to Labembe for guidance. The chief waved at her dismissively and leaned close to the older woman, kissing and sucking at her neck and earlobe, her cock throbbing deliciously between her legs.

Lara flipped open the first journal to the last few pages, the writing was a messy scrawl, but it was legible, and it was Greek. Lucky Lara was fluent. She cleared her throat and tried to ignore the pair of hardening fuckpoles just inches away.

“The chief says I have a decision to make tonight. She says I can stay and be her bride, or I can leave and go home to my family. I barely remember my husband’s face after all these weeks, or my children, but that doesn’t matter. There’s no choice. Not really. I know I belong here now. I’m a filthy slut for her big black cock, it’s all I can think about anymore. I know I used to know more things, but when I close my eyes all I see is my chief’s prick before me. every time I sleep, every time I blink, I’m reminded of what a fuck-broken cumdump I am now. how much I crave her spunk churning in my babymaker and knocking me up with her daughters. I’m touching myself as I write this, I’m imagining her bending me over and fucking me until I break, and the fucking me more. I’m not a person anymore, I’m just a fuck-puppet, without a fat black girlcock stirring up my guts I’m lost. Chief says if I stay, they’ll kill my brain. they’ll drown who I am in their cum and I’ll become a perfect, braindead bride for the whole tribe. I’m cumming all over just thinking about how perfect it’ll be.”

Lara mewled lustfully and glanced up, seeing Labembe and the older woman kissing and slowly rubbing their inhumane lengths against one another. “Continue.” The older woman barked, glancing over before returning to kissing the chief.

Lara squeaked and pawed through the next journal, this one written in Arabic.

“when I first came here I was ashamed of the sinful desires the chief’s tender treatment of me roused. The way she caressed me, cared for me, whispered sweet words in my ear when we watched my friends be defiled. I know now better in so many ways. Her care for me was not protection, it was punishment. As I clung to my beliefs, my friends were brought into a new religion, they worship our mistresses’ cocks, the only true god there is. When I watched them be filled in every hole, debase themselves greedily and share the seed of our new goddesses between them, I wasn’t being spared, I was being denied. My faith was a prison, now I serve the true god. I remember the feeling of joy as I stripped my hijab and rubbed my chief’s spunk into my hair. Even now my insides craved to be stuffed full of her fat black penis again, I’m so empty without my god inside me. I’m slathered in her sperm, dripping it, it’s not enough. I need her to break me. she’ll kill my mind and fuck what’s left with all her sisters. My body and soul belong to them, I was born to be their cumtoilet.”

“Fuck.” Lara groaned, pawing at her slit.

“The next.” The older snapped, groaning as Labembe slowly slid down her shaft, the chief’s powerful frame pressed tight to her thinner body.

Lara read the next, and the next, and the next, until she was sat sobbing with need, fingers delving into pussy long-since ruined for anything but Labembe. Women of all shapes and sizes had come before her, rich, poor, young, old, well-meaning and not, none of it had mattered. The tribe had bred them all, killed their minds and left them as cattle to be bred again and again until they were worn and useless. She bit back a howl of desperation to join all of her predecessors and plunged her free hand into her cunt to join its sister.

The chief and the older women were nestled close in the stranger’s bed, throbbing cocks having spilled their loads wastefully over one another. Lara whimpered through her tears of frustration and reached out to hold her chief’s ankle, nuzzling close for comfort. “Mama…mama I’m goooood.” She cried. “I’m so empty… can’t you kill my mind too?”

The chief finally glanced down at her and ran a strong hand through her matted hair. “Up, sweet, come clean us and listen well to what we have to say.”

Lara groaned thankfully and clambered up onto the furs, locking her lips onto Labembe’s muscular belly to suck and slurp the cum from her skin. “You want to be like the women whose diaries you’ve read, girl?” the older woman growled, rough, calloused hands pawing at her rear with feigned disinterest.

“I do.” Lara croaked. “I wanna be good girl for… for mama.”

Labembe hummed appreciatively and nibbled at the older woman’s earlobe. “Kolma, she is perfect for the job, surely you see that?”

“I do not trust her.” the older woman sniffed, “But… you are chief, if you choose to ignore my wisdom that is your right.”

“She will excel.” Labembe purred, “She’d do anything to have me breed her at last.”

“Yes!” Lara sobbed, tearing herself away from cum-smeared skin immediately.

“Very well.” the older woman sighed. She sat up and slipped from the bed, scooping up her beaded sash and slipping it over on shoulder so it hid one of her small breasts. She fingered a bead near her collarbone and for a moment it seemed almost to glow. Her eyes focused on Lara and she sneered slightly, seating herself on the chair by the bed and setting about wiping herself down without Lara’s tongue to help.

“My mentor doesn’t think you’re a good girl, my treasure.” Labembe chuckled, taking Lara by one ear and tugging her away from the cum streaking her ebony muscles. “She thinks you still have a life beyond me that you’ll run away to.”

Lara shook her head as much as she could manage. “Never.”

“Never?” the chief repeated with a small smile.

“Never ever ever.” Lara insisted, she blushed and nuzzled her face against the hand holding her, kissing the chief’s palm with remarkable tenderness. “You’re my home.”

“I believe you.” Labembe sighed, shifting and sitting up. She lifted Lara and laid her in her lap, hands pinned under her own body, her head supported by one hand, her rump cupped by the other. “Now listen. My people need good girls like you to put babies into, and I am far too fond of you to share, so to repay them for my indulgence I will give them five fresh brides to breed.”

“You will bring us those brides.” The older woman declared; arms folded.

Lara was puzzled for a moment before her eyes widened in horror and she let out a shriek. “NOOOOOOOO!”

Labembe’s grip on her was steady as she thrashed and sobbed and screamed, until at last Lara went limp, weeping helplessly. “Five brides.” The chief whispered into her ear, lifting her head up to look her in the eye. “Then you will return, and I will put a daughter in this cute belly.” She patted her stomach gently and smiled reassuringly, enough for Lara to sniff and wipe away her tears.

“I don’t wanna go away.”

“I know, my treasure.” The chief smiled, leaning in to kiss her gently on the lips. Lara felt a sharp prick in her shoulder and whimpered into the kiss, falling away from her wife weakly, the world darkening. 

“You’re a good girl.”

“Come home to me.”

-o-o-o-

Lara’s head was jolted upwards by a sudden bump and came down hard on the armrest of the chairs she was sprawled across. She awoke with a pained mew, hands immediately snaking out to find comfort in her chief. She clawed at open air and her eyes opened, seeing only a hideously patterned fabric, draped over the row of chairs in front of her.

Realisation dawned and she bit back a sob. She was on a plane.

Her eyes opened fully, and she sat up, shuffling into a ball as tightly against the wall of the plane as she could, trembling in the cold. She was alone, except for whoever her pilot was of course. She already felt lonelier than she ever had before, her gut twisting around the gnawing emptiness that Labembe had always filled. The plane was small and rickety, rocked by turbulence and only making Lara more miserable. She shivered and began to cry, cupping her hands to her face so she could smell Labembe’s spunk on her breath.

A sheet metal door opened, and a tribeswoman stepped in, she was young, but still taller and more voluptuous that Lara. She looked bizarre in her tank top and jeans, through which the bulge of her member could still easily be detected. “You slept for some time.” She said simply, sitting down across the aisle. “You may remember me?”

Lara hid her face behind her arms, peeking out over them at the girl. “Y… you were one of… the girls who fed me when mama was teaching me to be good.” She mumbled. “You were nice.”

“I was.” The girl smiled, “My name is Carabe, I will be watching you.”

“You… you’ll help me go back?” Lara asked, with a small flicker of hope fluttering in her chest. “You’ll help me bring mama her brides?”

“No.” Carabe said, tugging at the crotch of her jeans uncomfortably. “I will be Watching you. You will find the chief her prizes, you will bring them to her. You will not, however, speak of us, or our lands, or that we exist at all. If you do, I am responsible for silencing whomever you tell, and for dragging you back home to face Kolma.”

Lara’s ears had pricked up at the mention of going home sooner already, but any plans she might have made were cut short by the girl’s growl. “My mistress is the most powerful arcane in our world, chief or not, if you cross her you will not enjoy the life you hope to.”

“I wasn’t gonna…”

“Her previous apprentice failed her.” Carabe interrupted, “now she is one of the legs that holds Kolma’s bed. She is trapped forever there, in agony, and entirely conscious of all that goes on around her. For all eternity.”

Lara shrank back even more and shook her head.

“I’m good.” She chanted mindlessly. “good girl. Good girl for mama.”

Carabe sighed and produced a phone from one of her pockets, tossing it to the seat in front of Lara. “Use it, we arrive at N’Djili airport in one hour. You have friends to take us to London.” She stood and groaned, pawing at her crotch again. “Dress yourself with what you can find, not all we took from our playthings was ruined.” She limped back into the cockpit, giving Lara a glance of another tribeswoman piloting. Questions as to how Carabe was going to blend into London, how the women of the tribe had secured a plane, and indeed how they had learned to fly should have swirled around Lara’s head. They didn’t. She simply stared down at the phone that had been hers in confusion.

There were numbers, and faces. She’d used to know the faces, she was sure, but they were frustratingly foreign to her. she gingerly began to paw through her contacts, small smiles coming to her face as she saw one or two people she could truly recognise.

“J… jay.” She said softly, testing the name on her lips as she lingered on a woman’s image. She was grinning widely, eyes hidden behind aviator sunglasses, her hair was a spiky shock of hot pink.

She kept scrolling and paused again, leaning closer to the screen. “Samantha.” Her old friend smiled coyly up at her from the little image, dark windswept hair and gorgeous features seeming oddly chilling as she stared. “Sam.”

She shivered and swiped upwards, stopping over Jay’s contact and making the call.

-o-o-o-

“You alright back there?” Jay called, glancing over her shoulder into the back of the Limo. She could only make out vague shadows through the tinted glass, but Lara seemed to be whimpering. She peered over her sunglasses, but the glass was still too dark to see through. “Lara?”

“I… think… I’ve caught… a c…cold.” Lara croaked. Jay pursed her lips and turned her attention back to the road.

“Well I’ll run you a bath back at the Manor.” Jay offered, “Then you can tell me what’s got you so spooked.”

“Y… yesh.”

There was a wet noise behind her and she winced. Please let that nor have been Lara throwing up, she was not going to deal with scrubbing vomit out of the carpet.

The noise was not Lara throwing up, at least it wasn’t her throwing up vomit, rather the first of Carabe’s loads that had been blown deep into her belly at such force it had rushed up out of her mouth. Lara smiled in bliss, momentarily distracted from her separation by the rush of having tribal spunk shot through her body.

Despite the mess, Lara was feeling better than she had in the fourteen hours since her separation. She closed her eyes in quiet, gooey contentment and simply allowed Carabe to fuck her brains out. She was smaller than Labembe, but so much more demanding, her hands grabbed at Lara’s throat, at her hips, at her tits, leaving red marks with every hungry grasp. Her eyes rolled back as Carabe grabbed her in a choke hold, squeezing the breath out of her, making her splutter and spew the last of Carabe’s last load down her chin.

The girl’s stamina was incredible, as incredible as Labembe was, she always took at least a minute or two after cumming to recharge. Lara’s eyes crossed as a particularly vicious thrust knocked what little breath she had out of her, her face rapidly turning a bright red. “chuuu.” She managed to croak, hands finding Carabe’s forearm and clinging to it desperately. “Gh… ghuk.”

Labembe’s face blotted out everything else as she began to lose consciousness. That soft, gentle look that came to her dazzling eyes post-orgasm. Maybe it had never been that she needed to catch her breath, maybe it was just that she liked seeing the blissful look Lara invariably wore after being filled.

A sharp smack to her cheek brought her back from the brink, she let out a pathetic whine into the cum-stained carpet of the limo floor and blinked awake. Carabe slammed her foot down into her cheek, pushing her down as she stood and pounded downwards.

“You’re hurting me.” Lara whined meekly.

A low sigh came from Carabe and the weight on her head vanished. Lara forced herself onto her knees and shuffled around, breathing though weak sobs as cum and spit and running mascara spilled down her cheeks. Carabe was breathing heavily, her ebony breasts rising and falling hypnotically with each slight movement. Lara sniffed and wiped her face, nuzzling against one of her shins immediately. “I… I’m sorry.”

Carabe scowled down at her, brushing her braids out of her face. Her cock was still twitching, hungry and unsatisfied. “The chief is as strong as I am a dozen times over, and yet you can’t handle me?”

“l… Labembe is… she’s gentle.” Lara mumbled, a small, shy smile coming to her face. “She knows my limits and… she knows how to hurt me right.” Carabe exhaled tiredly and slipped a hand around her shaft, sighing as she toyed with herself.

“Sentimental.” Carabe sniffed, “you’re just meat, Labembe teaches that herself, and yet you’re treated like an equal.”

“I’m… I’m not an equal.” Lara winced, “I’m Mama’s plaything, b… but she takes care of me so I can please her as long as I live.”

Carabe pursed her lips and groaned as her dark fingers wander over her cock. “this is intolerable, I’m stuck in this godforsaken wasteland without even a decent set of holes to distract me.”

“I… I’m sorry.” Lara whined, pressing her lips to Carabe’s hand. “I… I just needed a moment… I can please you I promise.”

“Get off.” Carabe sighed, swatting her away and standing up as much as she could, making her way to the window between them and the driver’s seat. She smacked sharply on the glass, drawing a yip of shock from Jay.

“Christ are you trying to kill us all?” Lara heard vaguely, pouting as Carabe shifted, the sculpt of her rear almost glowing as the lights outside streamed in.

“Stop the vehicle, now.”

“but…?”

“I want to speak to you.” she turned back to Lara and stared at her coldly. “I’m taking your friend, now.”

“what would you like me to do?” Lara asked quietly, wrapping her arms around herself.

“Stay out of my way.”

Lara sniffed and huddled in the corner, watching mutely as Jay opened the door into the back and froze like a deer in the headlights. “What the fu… ack!” she began to shout before Carabe grabbed her by her shirt and yanked her down into the limo, tossing her effortlessly onto the messy floor and looming over her. “Oh my… what the fuck… Jesus fucking Christ!” Jay shrieked, skittering backwards against the wall as she drank in the mess, Lara’s trembling body and the hungrily twitching pole of cockmeat jutting between Carabe’s legs.

“I’m going to break you.” Carabe growled, advancing on Jay’s paralysed form. “you may fight, if you want, but it won’t matter.”

“Wait… what?!” Jay yelped, kicking at her as she got within range. Carabe easily caught her legs and pulled them wide, yanking jay against her. “Lara! Help!”

Lara didn’t move, she knew she should have been happy for jay, or proud that her friend was good enough for the tribe. But somehow, without her wife to hold her in her strong, commanding arms, it all seemed so pointless. Who cared if Jay would be a good, loyal whore by her side if Lara couldn’t hear the amused pride in Labembe’s voice, or feel her soft hands pet her, or her cock sink deep into her womanhood? She let out a quiet morose sigh and hid her face behind her arms, peeking over the top to watch Jay be ravished.

“mmerrrr!” Jay screamed into Carabe’s palm, one dark hand clamped over her face, the other easily tearing away her clothes bit by bit. Jay’s legs flailed in confusion and fear, but with Carabe straddling her hips it was as useless as actually trying to fight her would have been. As the last shreds of Jay’s shirt were thrown aside, Carabe reached up to her beaded necklace and snapped a single amber sphere from it. she rolled it between her fingers and it began to glow, before she stopped and glanced down at Jay’s face, staring wide eyed up at her.

“I know this must be frightening.” She said quietly, “You’ll be safe in my care, I swear it.” she rolled the bead onto her palm and slammed her hand down onto Jay’s forehead. Jay let out a sudden, orgasmic moan and convulsed beneath her, eyes rolling back into her head and shining with golden light. The glow faded and Jay went limp, eyes crossed, a soft cooing sound drifted up from under Carabe’s hand.

Lara watched with interest as Carabe sat up, brushing of her hands and looking down at Jay. In the middle of Lara’s old friend’s forehead was a tiny golden mark, shimmering in the dim light. Carabe stroked it with her thumb before slapping Jay’s cheeks to get her attention. The pink-haired pilot’s hazy eyes focused, and she flashed a crooked grin, her hands moving to caress Carabe’s thighs.

“Speak.” Carabe demanded.

“hello.” Jay crooned, squirming beneath her and letting out a very girlish giggle. Lara pouted, Jay had always been so butch, she’d never heard her giggle like that.

“You will obey me?”

“I’ll worship you, sweetheart.” Jay replied, sitting up and draping her arms around the back of Carabe’s neck. Her eyes drifted downwards, drinking in Carabe’s fit young body. “Anything you want, you only have to ask.” She leaned in and locked her lips on an ebony earlobe, kissing teasingly. “I’m yours.”

Carabe sniffed, sitting back down in her seat again. Her tone was unchanged, but Lara could sense she was as much surprised by Jay’s turn as Lara had been. The girl smiled as jay groaned and shuffled on her back, rubbing the results of Carabe and Lara’s efforts into her skin. “Come up here.” She commanded, “I’ll need to stretch your pink little pussy out.”

Jay didn’t need to be asked twice, clambering up onto Carabe’s lap and squealing as the girl quickly speared her. Jay’s thin, lithe body was so different to Carabe’s they were almost opposites, Lara thought, but only moments into the pair’s lovemaking her already limited capacity for rational thought vanished.

She masturbated shamelessly, drinking in her friend’s rutting. Every squeal and mew and groan from jay, every slap of a dark hand against a paper-white breast or asscheek, every hungry, feral kiss shared between the two. She adored the look of bliss on Jay’s face. The way her tattoos bounced with her as she rode Carabe. The quiet, spluttering moans she let out as Carabe twisted and pinned her against the car door by her throat, choking and fucking her harder with every passing second.

Lara couldn’t take it. Labembe’s absence inside her drove her wild with need as she watched from the side-lines, so she crawled to Carabe’s side and nuzzled against a rippling bicep. “C… Carabe… Please… fuck me too. I need you inside me.”

Carabe let an excited grin come to her face, and she grabbed Lara by the hair, tugging her down to her and Jay’s joining. Lara lapped hungrily at the mess of wetness immediately, her primitive mind fading into delight as she tasted jay’s arousal on Carabe’s pulsing shaft.

The next hours were a blur. Lara kissed and suckled and stroked whatever of the two lovers she could, sat on top of one of Carabe’s talented hands at all times, the long black fingers sinking into her well-used cunt and keeping her permanently locked into her heat. Jay bounced desperately, load after load, screaming orgasm after screaming orgasm, until at last she was so exhausted she could barely move.

Even as she fell back onto the messy floor she begged for more, which Carabe eagerly obliged. Lara was draped over her pilot’s body, faces mashing together in a sloppy kiss. Carabe took it in turns to plough into them, the sticky results of her virility mixing between their welcoming cunts so much it was impossible to tell which broken whore the mess was oozing from.

When Lara’s tiny fractured mind pieced itself back together it was dawn. She mewed and pressed herself against the nearest body to her. Jay stirred and rolled against her, slender hands immediately wandering to Lara’s tits, fingers sinking into her flesh and beginning to knead at her softly. Lara smiled quietly and nuzzled against Jay’s throat, licking up the spunk slathering her without a moment’s hesitation.

“You are filthy.”

Lara whined and looked up at Carabe, who was rubbing her eyes sleepily as she sat up on the back seat. She mewled and crawled over, taking her hand and kissing it tenderly. “I miss home.” She mumbled, “b… but I’ll be good, I promise.”

Carabe sighed and ran her fingers through Lara’s hair tiredly. “I miss home too… this place is so strange and unpleasant.” She pinched her brow. “I apologise for hurting you. I’m not used to… all my life I’ve been surrounded by the tribe. I’ve always been happy and safe and now… now it’s only me, and I must protect you and all the others to come as well.”

“We’ll be good girls.” Lara mumbled, “We’ll do whatever you want, please you, serve you… we’ll make your task easy. I promise.” 

Carabe sighed and smiled quietly, petting Lara’s cheek for a moment. “that’s good to hear.” She breathed, before smiling, “Now come up here and clean me up, I’m very sticky.”

“Yes Carabe.” Lara smiled meekly, climbing up onto the seat and setting to work.