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The End of The End of The Tomb Raider!
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To celebrate my one-year anniversary on this fine platform we're finishing the saga of Lara Croft. Thank you for all your support and I hope you enjoy!
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The jeep stopped and Lara glanced up, all the others were staring in awe at the thick jungle canopy, sitting in excited silence. Carabe stood and hopped lightly onto the hard-baked earth, grinning at the familiar landscape and stretching her arms over her head. “We’ll walk the rest of the way.” She smiled, unhooking their leashes from the jeep and tugging them gently down. She caught Lara’s eye and gave her an affectionate squeeze. “She will be pleased. I am certain.”
“Wh… what if she’s not? What if I didn’t do good?” Lara whimpered, clinging onto her leash, fingers twisting the leather in anxious terror. “What if she doesn’t want me anymore? What if she sends me away again!?” She let out a strangled, panicked sob and then yelped as the driver cuffed her sharply on the back of the head.
“Silent.” She growled. “Chief no want whining girls. You make bad wife for certain.”
“Do not hit her.” Carabe hissed, grabbing the driver by the wrist and snarling up at her. “She is the chief’s favourite!” Lara swallowed, seeing Carabe scowl up at the older tribeswoman, protective fury flashing in her eyes.
“She tiny.” The driver sniffed. “Barely more than child. Chief should want proper cows for wives.”
“The Chief can want whoever she likes.” Carabe growled, taking Lara and the other girl’s leashes and drawing them close. “She is the chief, unless you plan to challenge her?”
The driver’s face was set with anger, but the barest hint of fear showed for just a second. She folded her arms defiantly. “I am loyal to chief. I stay and I guard when you leave to live with enemies.”
“You guard nothing, you’re given the jobs no one else can be bothered with.” Carabe smirked. “Now go and pick up Tonna at the airport. I have to deliver the chief her prizes.”
She led the women away with a victorious grin on her face, the glee of being home raising her spirits all the more as the thick jungle began to thin and the scent of woodsmoke and curing meat began to fill their noses. Lara whined and padded along close behind Carabe, peeking over her shoulder as the village came into view. The others were chattering excitedly behind her, she could feel Jay’s breath tickle against her shoulder.
“This is it!” she whispered. “Oh god… I can see them… the goddesses… our masters!”
“I… I can feel them already.” Sam croaked, hugging her belly. “There’s so much power here… it’s pulsing inside me.”
“Fuck I’m so fucking wet already.” June mewed. “Will they breed us straight away, or do you think they like to play with their food?”
“Wow, they’re so much taller than mistress.” Charlie mumbled. “I thought… how old is she?”
“She’s only nineteen.” Mariam replied, dark eyes drinking in the sight of the village as they stepped out into the clearing. “but I thought… they’re like amazons. How are they all so p… powerful?”
Oh.
Oh god.
Lara’s eyes widened and she felt her heart pound in her chest, she hid herself behind Carabe and did her best to stay calm, fighting not to hyperventilate. Chief Labembe had stepped out onto the platform that ringed her observatory of the jungle roof, staring down at the group with sharp amber eyes. She was too far away for Lara to be sure, but she looked like she was smiling.
The sound of her heartbeat pounded in her ears as Labembe made her way down the spiral staircase to the clearing floor, Kolma joined her and the pair of them met Carabe in the open clearing. The whole village had gathered to watch, every woman, child and broken breeding sow following Labembe with their eyes.
She stopped a little in front of the group and put her hands on her hips, eyes scanning over Carabe before smiling broadly. “You’ve returned safe, a little later than I had hoped, but safe. There were no problems with your task?”
“Only one, my chief.” Carabe blushed. “And it was quickly dealt with… though if you would look it over, Mistress, I would feel better.”
“Oh?” Kolma snapped, her usual scowl not showing a hint of relief that her apprentice had returned safe and sound. “A magical problem?”
“One of the wives I have brought was cursed.” Carabe explained, tugging Sam forward. The poor girl trembled as Labembe looked over her, her knees turning inwards as her legs threatened to collapse from under her. “I purged the dark magic as well as I could.”
“You bring a cursed wife as one of the five?” Labembe said softly, her smile gone. Carabe swallowed and bowed her head. Sam was shaking like a leaf now.
“She was cursed, chief… but she is pleasing.” She mumbled. “And she is an old friend of Lara… I thought that it would be good to have a friendly face for her, and from what I sense Samantha has great magical affinity. Kolma could find many uses for her beyond just breeding!”
“Hmm.” Labembe grunted simply, her eyes passing over all the other women before catching sight of Lara cowering behind Carabe. She smiled and sank down to one knee, gently pushing Carabe to one side. “Hello there, Lara Croft.”
Lara trembled and bowed her head. “M… mama.”
“You’ve come home to me.” the chief said, voice barely more than a whisper. “My bride… I knew your loyalty would bring you back to my arms.” She reached out, but Lara hesitated. “What is it, Lara? Why are you afraid?”
“Y… You sent me away.” Lara sniffed. “I spent… so long away from you. I was good. I was a good girl. I am a good girl… but you sent me away anyway.” She was crying, fat, wet tears rolling down over her cheeks and dripping from her chin.
Labembe sighed and slipped her arms around her, pulling her close and cradling her head against her breast. She smiled and kissed her head. “And now you are back home, and you will never leave my side for another second of your life. This I swear on my honour as chief.” Lara whimpered and hugged her, nuzzling her body as tight against Labembe’s as she could. The chief smiled and cupped her rear, standing and holding her to her breast like a mother with her child. She kissed her cheek and smiled. “I am so proud of you, my darling bride.”
“If you are quite finished fawning over your pet, Labembe.” Kolma snapped impatiently. “There is business to be concluded.”
Labembe sighed and flashed a weary smile. Lara knew she would much rather abandon the tribe and take Lara to her bed, but Labembe’s duty overruled her desire. “Of course.” She shifted Lara in her arms and smiled down at the trembling wives before her. “You all know why you are here. There is little point in explaining it. There is no changing your fates, and soon you will no longer have the wits to understand anyway. You will be taken from here, bathed and anointed. Then you will be bred and your minds murdered.”
“Fuck yes.” Jay whined, hands hard at work between her thighs. Labembe looked a little surprised, both at the skinny girl’s hot-pink hair and at her eagerness to be killed and twisted into a breeding cow. Usually there was a lot more blubbering. She waved a hand and Kolma yanked them all away, leaving only Carabe, Lara and the chief.
“As for your reward, little one. I feel it must reflect the scope of your success, five fresh brides for our sisters is a handsome prize indeed.”
“If I may… my chief.” Carabe said slowly, blushing darkly. “I have become very fond of Lara over the past months.”
“Lara is mine.” Labembe snarled immediately, her grip on Lara’s plump pale ass tightening. Carabe nodded quickly, looking slightly alarmed by the ferocity Labembe had so suddenly conjured.
“Yes, my chief, I understand… but I also have great respect and… love, for you.” she added nervously. “You have always been kind to me, my chief. And by how you flatter me, and… how your eyes follow me, I cannot help but feel you wish me to be more than a humble servant.”
Labembe paused, a smile beginning to spread across her face. “I would be a liar if I said I didn’t find you beautiful, little one.”
“I am not yet of marrying age… but would you accept me as your betrothed? I am a proficient lover and my magical training would allow me to care for you in ways no other suitor could.”
Labembe purred and stroked a hand over the long braids of Carabe’s hair, enjoying how the young thing pushed back against her. “Gladly, sweet thing.” She said, “You’re a fine young woman, you’ll grow to be a powerful sorceress and a magnificent bride.”
Carabe glowed with delight and shyly stepped close to her chief, standing on her toes to place a gentle kiss on Labembe’s lips. The chief purred approvingly and grabbed her by the back of her head with her free hand, pushing her into the kiss as it grew all the more passionate. Lara watched in amazement as the two pressed close, her eyes flashed down and a hungry croon escaped her as she saw both women’s cocks pulsing to attention.
“Hmm, my bed has been entirely too empty of late.” Labembe growled as the kiss broke. “And now I find myself with two beautiful young lovers to keep me company? I’m enjoying you. Now.”
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“Hah!” Lara squeaked as she was thrown to the furs of the bed, staring in mixed terror and longing as her beloved Chief pounced on her. Hands took her by the hips as lips explored her throat, drawing a sob of bliss from her lips. Labembe growled like a predator and gripped her tight, yanking Lara’s sopping slit against her pole and groaning happily at her wetness.
“I’d forgotten how soft you are.” The chief breathed, sliding herself back, dragging her rod back over Lara’s opening until her head was nuzzled between her petals. “And those big brown eyes staring up at me…”
“F… fuck me… mama.” Lara whined. “P… Please?”
“What shall I do, my chief?” Carabe cooed, lying on the bed beside Lara and caressing her length. “How may I please?”
“You, my bride-to-be.” Labembe growled, taking her by the ear and yanking her into a kiss. “Are going to take this little breeder’s rear once I’ve made sure her womb feels as delightful around my cock as it used to.” Carabe bit her lip and grinned.
Lara squealed, eyes crossing with ecstasy as the chief thrust into her, the familiar cock she’d so ached to be filled by moving inside her with slow, deliberate intent. She cried again, sobbing and whimpering and kissing her mistress’ throat as Carabe played with her hair. “Mmmhm.” Labembe groaned, beginning to build the pace of her thrusts as Lara’s walls squeezed at her. She was glad Carabe was as well-endowed as herself, the girl had kept Lara’s cunt wonderfully sculpted to her cock over the past months so that finally sinking herself deep into her felt as amazing as she remembered.
Any ordinary woman would have been sobbing and screaming in agony as Labembe’s cock drove deep enough into her to make her belly bulge to the navel. Lara had her first few times of course, but now she whined and moaned and suckled at the ebony skin of her owner’s shoulder. The tears in her eyes were as wet against Labembe as her cunt was, immense droplets of relief and submission. Labembe sighed and paused her thrusts, tugging Lara upright and smiling.
“Mama… love you…” the poor thing managed. She smiled and leant close, placing a more tender kiss on her lips than she had ever treated Lara to before. She’d recovered a little too much of her mind over the past few months for Labembe’s liking but seeing how desperately submissive and loyal her dear English pet was… she didn’t know if she could go through with murdering the trembling cockslut’s mind.
“Chief?” Carabe asked softly, petting her muscular shoulder with a tender hand. “Are you alright?”
“Perfectly, sweet.” Labembe murmured, stroking Lara’s cheek as she tugged her down the last few inches of her pole. “Just thinking.”
She shifted her hands, gripping Lara tight by the fat, fleshy pads of her ass before hoisting her up a few inches. Killing Lara’s mind wasn’t the only way to bring her back into the dull-minded, needy little plaything she’d been before she had gone. To do that, she’d only need to break her once again. And then she could keep her as a pet, not just a convenient hole in which cum went and from which daughters came. She smiled and patted Lara’s cheek as the girl managed to pull herself together enough to speak again.
“M… mama… I’m still… good… aren’t I?” she croaked. “I’m a… good girl?”
“Always, treasure.” Labembe sighed, “But mama is going to have to be quite rough with you, unless you want your mind murdered?”
“I… want… what mama… wants.” Lara managed, bouncing herself on Labembe’s cock as much as she could. Labembe smiled proudly and nodded, before throwing her roughly onto her back and grabbing her by the throat.
“Carabe, my darling, there has been a change in plan.” She snarled, enjoying the doe-eyed terror in Lara’s eyes. “This little one needs breaking in again, put her mouth to good use, won’t you?”
“Of course, chief.”
Labembe chuckled and jerked her hips hard enough to make Lara’s breasts bounce. “Darling we are to be married when you are older and I intend to enjoy your body to the fullest. You really should call me by my name.”
“It seems… odd, chief.” Carabe blushed, biting her lip as Lara’s mouth played with her head. “I’ll learn.”
“Hmm, please do.” Labembe groaned, beginning to thrust again and smiling as Lara moaned wetly beneath her. The pure delight she could see in her pet’s eyes as she was fucked brought her back to breaking the woman Lara Croft had once been. Soon enough that brutal, merciless breeding session was being fully re-enacted, any semblance of gentleness or restraint gone as she hammered the pale girl down into the furs, her magnificent mahogany frame crushing Lara’s tiny body into submission.
Carabe enjoyed herself, watching her betrothed closely as Lara gagged and gurgled on her own pulsing cock. As Lara’s stomach bulged from the sheer mass of Labembe’s cockmeat, her throat was similarly stretched, Carabe’s own pillar of ebony flesh, turning Lara’s face red and making her gag and leak spit over her face. Plump, pale breasts bobbed with every thrust of the two black women, sawing into the helpless girl beneath them in perfect time with one another.
For any other woman, the lack of air and sheer mass of ebony cocks buried inside her would have knocked her out in seconds, but Lara was well-used to her life as a living cocksleeve. Her eyes were hazy and unfocussed as she was throatfucked, her nose being slapped by Carabe’s neatly shaved sack over and over, but the rest of her was hard at work. Her tongue swirled around Carabe’s meat, massaging every vein and ridge and bump with dutiful care. Her hands stroked and clung to Labembe’s back, fingers digging into immaculate black flesh as her chief pounded at her cervix.
It had been a few months since Lara had been properly wombfucked, if her cervix had been able to, it might have felt relieved, but now it was being brutally hammered against once again. Labembe’s dark chestnut head pressed urgently against the spongy barrier, determined to force its way inside and fill Lara’s babymaker up to the limit, and Lara sobbed with bliss.
Wet, muffled noises escaped her as she cried with delight, Carabe’s heavy sack swatting her nose with every thrust of the girl’s hips. The sensation of her goddess’ cock ramming through her cunt, stretching her womb to its limits, were just as rapturously pleasurable as she remembered. She’d dreamed of this moment for months, replaying her submission to the chief again and again, but dreams couldn’t contend with the raw, unfiltered sensation of being taken without restraint by her chief.
The first load of many exploded into her womb as Labembe growled with lust, relieving months’ worth of tension and steaming, virile sperm in one crashing orgasm. Even though the Chief wouldn’t admit it, she just hadn’t had the same lust for her sisters in the tribe since Lara had left. She’d taken care of her needs as best she could, but without that sweet, stupid, ruined girl to massage her cock, she just couldn’t cum the way she needed to.
Lara’s belly swelled from the sheer amount of spunk jetting into her babymaker and she let out a quiet sigh of pure contentment. Carabe pulled out of her throat and smiled down at the goofy, upside-down grin Lara was wearing, her pale, trembling hands cradling the swollen, cum-stuffed mass of her belly.
“P… perfect.” She whispered; eyes closed. “I feel… perfect.”
“Your work is not yet finished, Lara.” Carabe tutted gently, slapping Lara’s cheeks with her cock to get her attention. The one-time explorer giggled at the wet smack of cockmeat against her skin and opened her mouth to receive her mistress. Carabe bit her lip as the familiar wet hole of Lara’s mouth enveloped her, shyly smiling up at her chief as Labembe groaned and paused to bask in the glow of Lara’s womb snug around her cock.
“What is it?” Labembe asked quietly, noticing her watching and raising a dark brow.
“You… look so beautiful when you’re happy.” Carabe blushed, “I… I wondered sometimes, if I was ever brave enough to be with you… what you might look like when you were inside me, when you gave me your seed.”
Labembe laughed softly and nodded. “I was curious myself.” She rumbled, resting her hands on Lara’s hips and gently tugging herself backwards. “You are quite an outspoken young woman, I remember when Kolma chose you as her apprentice, you fought her for the position so fiercely. I admit I thought you the dominant type.”
“I… am.” Carabe mumbled, “With the wives it only feels natural to control them, to own them. But you are so powerful and so beautiful and so much stronger than I could ever be. You’re my chief, and I am your servant. I… like to please you.”
“I’m sure you will, sweet thing.” Labembe purred, beginning to gently roll her hips again. Carabe blushed darkly and focussed her attention on Lara. She watched with interest as the white woman’s throat bulged around her invading meat, the mass of her cock easily seen as it glided in and out of the delighted woman’s gullet.
She let out a quiet gasp as she came, her cheeks burning as Labembe grinned at her. She nervously brushed a few braids out of her face and giggled as Labembe pressed a tender kiss to her nose. “You’re awfully flustered for such an impressive warrior.” The chief growled, jerking her hips to a strangled squeak from Lara.
“You’re… very intimidating.”
“Hmm, I could get used to this pretty blushing face.” Labembe chuckled, touching her chin before allowing her hand to trail down the girl’s cheek to her breast, kneading the lovely brown orb. “Come, let’s have out fun quickly, it won’t take long for the wives to be prepared.”
She caught Lara’s whine of disappointment immediately, muffled though it was by ebony cockmeat. “None of that, pet.” She purred, pinching a rosy nipple before kissing Carabe’s nose. “This evening there’ll be nothing to interrupt us.”
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Lara sighed with bliss and cuddled close to Labembe’s chest as the chief lazily toyed with her hair. She couldn’t remember every being happier. The taste of Labembe’s skin against her tongue was intoxicating, and even now she wasn’t gargling on her owner’s cock, the hazy bliss of a belly full of sperm had her practically glowing with delight.
Labembe’s throne had been brought to the centre of the village, where the usual communal area had been cleared to make space for the initiation. Lara was basking in the warm sun, sat comfortably in her owner’s lap and giggling as Labembe petted her. Kolma was standing to their left, holding a tall, crooked staff and shooting unimpressed scowls towards the cuddling pair.
“Hungry, sweet?” The Chief purred, accepting a small bowl of bright berries from one of her serving girls. Lara giggled and opened her mouth, grinning as her mistress popped a berry onto her tongue. “Ah… I missed these simple things.”
“I missed you.” Lara blushed, kissing her jaw and cooing as Labembe’s hand patted her rump.
“Chief!” Carabe called, emerging from the barn with the girls leashed behind her. “We’re ready to begin.”
“Finally.” Kolma grunted, lifting her staff and stalking to meet them.
Labembe chuckled softly and kissed Lara’s forehead before lifting her off her lap and standing. Lara pouted at the disturbance, but then she saw her friends and disappointment was replaced with awe and excitement.
All five of her new sisters had been stripped and bathed and oiled, their hair braided and their bodies tattooed with the colours and shapes of the tribe’s art. Artistic representations of their wombs had been painted onto their bellies with thick orange paint and their nipples were all pierced with large ivory spikes, making the formerly cute little nubs longer and wider and perfect to be chewed on by their future daughters.
Labembe admired them all one by one for a moment before raising her hand for silence. The music and cheering of the village stopped and Labembe smiled. “Today we take what is ours by right. Today we conquer as our blood demands. Today we welcome five new mothers to our tribe. Five mothers who will breed for all their lives and make this tribe, this family, strong!”
“Abela!” the village shouted with one voice.
“Today, Jay of Liverpool.” Labembe continued, taking Jay by her slicked-back pink hair and forcing her head high. “Becomes a mother of Combena!”
“Abela!”
“Today, Sam of San Francisco.” Labembe shouted, gripping Sam by her braided black hair and doing the same as she had to Jay. “Becomes a mother of Combena!”
“Abela!”
“Today, Charlie of Swansea becomes a mother of Combena!” Charlie sobbed with need and clutched her belly as Labembe pulled her ginger hair.
“Today, June of Shanghai becomes a mother of Combena!” June giggled with barely repressed glee, her painted udders bobbing as she squirmed.
“Today, Mariam of Alexandria becomes a mother of Combena!” Labembe shouted finally, taking a grip on Mariam’s bouncy mane of gorgeous brown curls and yanking her head back. The addled Egyptian milf let out a whine of need, fingers buried in her twat as she fingered herself helplessly.
One final cheer of “Abela!” rang out and Kolma approached the line-up of broodmares-to-be.
She accepted a steaming bowl of liquid from Carabe, who bowed low to her before taking Jay by the shoulders and shoving her to her knees. Jay bit her lip and stared up at Kolma as the old sorceress stepped close to her and held the bowl over her head.
Kolma chanted softly for an instant before nodding to Labembe.
“With the death of Jay, comes the birth of a new mother. You will be Balela from now on, a breeding beast of Combena.” The chief declared.
The bowl tipped in Kolma’s hands and golden liquid poured over Jay’s head.
Lara covered her mouth as her old friend screamed and thrashed, steam rising from her flesh as the golden potion soaked into her brain and obliterated it. Jay howled and screamed until her voice was hoarse, her blue eyes rolled back in her head until only the whites showed, she gave one last jerk before falling onto her face and lying still.
Carabe caught Lara’s horrified expression and smiled comfortingly, lifting Jay upright and brushing the dirt from her face. Jay’s mouth hung open and her eyes stared blankly ahead, until Kolma stepped before her. Her eyes locked on the sorceress’ cock in an instant and a low, pleading moo-like noise passed her lips.
The witch sniffed and poured a vial of purple ink down her throat. The painted womb on her belly glowed and Jay gurgled with happiness, petting her stomach, her transformation complete. Jay was dead, her mind burned away and only a dull-witted animal left behind. She was Balela now, docile and obedient and finally blessed with the ability to accept the tribe’s magical seed.
One after another, all of the women Lara had brought were executed, murdered by the golden poison that washed over them and then fed the purple elixir that would make effective breeding whores of what was left.
Sam went last.
She caught Lara’s eye just before the bowl tipped and smiled. “Thank you.” She breathed, voice heavy with delight, before shrieking as the burning gold splashed over her skull.
Labembe had repeated the ritual for each of them. Charlie had become Diba. June became Mukulu. Mariam became Mulamba. Carabe lifted Sam to her knees and brushed the dust from her lips as she drooled down her chest. Lara swallowed, torn between sadness and jealousy as she was renamed Dimena.
“The outsiders are cleansed of their weakness.” Labembe crowed. “Now they are but beasts to serve the women of Combena!”
“Abela!”
The final cheer was deafening, and as larva watched the broken breeding women of the tribe were pushed to welcome their new sisters. Bloated, pregnant, milk-laden cows of women nuzzled close to the newcomers who would soon be twisted by constant pregnancy into creatures like them. As the cattle of the tribe huddled close, Labembe clapped, and the tribe descended on them to breed.
Lara watched in awe as her friends were swept away under a wave of tribeswomen, tackled and grabbed, pulled into whatever positions their new owners desired. She covered her mouth to hide her fear as Sam was grabbed by the throat and slammed harshly into the floor by a hunter, her cunt immediately thrust full of cock whilst even more women began to surround her. Sam’s squeals of pain and pleasure were stifled with a wet ‘ghurk’ as another hunter grabbed her by her scalp and rammed her cock down her throat. Lara’s best friend was bounced between the two like a piece of meat, twitching and oozing spit and seed as yet more villagers began to play with her helpless body.
Charlie was grabbed by the scalp by one woman and forced to bend forwards, a shrill, squealing moo escaping her lips as her asshole was filled with ten inches of ebony cockmeat. Even as the slender, redheaded fuckslave was brutally buttfucked, other villagers descended on her. The woman pounding her rear lay back and brought Charlie down with her, pulling her level with the cocks of the women intent on breeding her.
Two of the hunters fought briefly to force their cocks down Charlie’s gullet, squabbling even as the ginger whore was bounced and grabbed by the breasts, drawing a pained mew from her panting lips. Both dark cockheads managed to push into Charlie’s lips at the same time, her mouth stretching to its limit and tears sparkling in her mindless eyes. With a lot of growling and groaning and squabbling, both women let out a frustrated roar and slammed their hips forwards. Almost all of both of their monstrous poles punched their way down Charlie’s throat, making her slender neck bulge grotesquely. As her throat was abused and her asshole reamed, an arc of quim jetted from Charlie’s neglected cunt and splattered the dusty ground, signalling the poor broken thing’s joy despite her brutal treatment.
Jay was lifted like she weighed nothing, and dropped onto one of the villager’s cocks, her slender, tattooed belly bulging from the sheer size of it. Her pink hair had clearly made her a target, because almost twice as many of the villagers had swarmed her. Her head was taken by three different women, all gripping her by the ears and forcing her to slurp up and down their cocks one by one, fighting for time with the whore’s mouth. Her legs were clenched tight around the waist of the woman pounding her cunt, desperate to keep her first lover deep inside her so her virile spunk would knock her up for certain.
Lara’s former chauffer’s back arched as she was bent backwards, fucked relentlessly at both ends, her hands reaching out to stroke off the cocks of the half dozen villagers who hadn’t managed to acquire a hole of their own. Soon enough her pale, tattooed body was splattered with cum as the women around her blew their loads over her quivering flesh
June was on her hands and knees, her voluptuous body jiggling with each hungry thrust into her plump rear. Her eyes were crossed with delight and her mouth hard at work slurping up and down two rock-hard poles being jammed into her face. She giggled and mooed blissfully as she was bred, the clapping of ebony muscle on her fatty rump distinct even over the clamour of the breeding frenzy.
After just moments a salvo of a dozen ropes of cum were shot over her face and hanging udders, June’s tongue lolling in rapturous joy at the taste of the tribal seed. The villager fucking her finished loudly with a growl, hands squeezing her pendulous tits as she buried herself deep. With her load secure in the cow’s womb she pulled out, and left in search of a more pleasing mate, quickly being replaced by another villager who set to work knocking the Asian whore up. June was already so much like the wretched broodbeasts of Combena it seemed few of the tribeswomen were interested in her particularly, she was simply a convenient set of holes to fuck whilst they waited their turn with the exotic new brides Lara and Carabe had brought them.
Interestingly Mariam, who shared the same curvy, voluptuous frame as June, was far more popular. She was face down on a hunter’s cock, caramel cheeks flushed dark as she spluttered and gurgled with each sharp thrust into her gullet. Another villager was beneath her, fucking her sopping cunt with eager jerks of her hips. The Muslim milf’s thighs quivered with each thrust from both above and below, ripples rolling over her flesh as a third hunter rutted with her asshole. Lara watched nervously as the poor Egyptian bitch was taken, her eyes rolled back and her limbs drooping unconsciously to the dusty floor.
“M…mama?” she whispered, tugging on Labembe’s hand meekly. The chief turned away from the breeding frenzy and Lara whined, her owner’s cock was at full mast, a monstrous, inhuman pillar of ebony meat.
“Yes, sweet?” the chief purred with a knowing smirk, moving her hips from side to side ever so lightly so she could watch Lara’s eyes follow the gentle swaying of her cock.
“M…Mariam?” Lara managed to whisper, barely remembering what she’d wanted to talk about.
Labembe looked over at the unconscious broodmare and chuckled softly. She stooped and lifted Lara up into her arms, resting her sopping cunt over her cock so it was like a shelf to support her. “She’s fine, pet, don’t worry.” She rumbled sultrily, squeezing Lara’s doughy cheeks as she spoke. “We’re not about to destroy such a fine whore so quickly.”
“B… but…” Lara whispered, watching Mariam twitch.
“Come, let’s go see.” Labembe purred softly, marching into the feral orgy with Lara helpless to resist. The scent of the village cows being bred was so much more potent up close, dozens of former women being fucked into insanity by merciless black futas creating a haze of musk and a cacophony of sound that made Lara whimper with terror and with jealousy.
“Sorry to interrupt sisters, but my dearest Lara wants to join the fun.” Labembe grinned, dropping Lara roughly to the ground beside Mariam’s unconscious form. The three hunters laughed and cheered and released their prey, pulling away for only a moment before descending once again on both helpless women. Lara squealed with fear as her hips were yanked backwards, only to moan with delight as the familiar feeling of a tribal cock slipped into her cunt and brushed her womb.
She swallowed and clung to Labembe as the hunter began to fuck her, opening her mouth wide in a wordless plea to be able to please her. The chief smiled proudly and obliged her, stepping forwards just a few inches, making Lara work to slobber over her cock.
Beside them, Mariam had regained consciousness and was kneeling on the floor, staring up meekly at the two hunters who hadn’t abandoned her. she bit her lip and let out a wordless moo as two fat black cocks were slapped against her and opened her mouth wide to welcome them inside. Only one took the advantage, the other yanking her up to her feet and thrusting into her fertile cunt.
Lara and Mariam were pressed hip to hip, both pounded hungrily by their lovers and delighting in the taste of tribal cock. Ropes of spit joined the delighted moans and lows of the broken women as they were enjoyed, swaying in the air with each quiver of their respective owners before splatting down on their heaving tits.
Labembe fondly toyed with Lara’s earlobe as the former adventurer went cross-eyed, her cheeks concave as she sucked at her chief’s cock. Her eyes fell onto Mariam and a low chuckle emanated from her throat. She gently plucked Lara from her cock and took Mariam by her hair, pulling her free of her hunter and mashing her face to Lara’s.
A jeer went out as the two women began to messily kiss, spit-smeared lips mashing clumsily and tongues wriggling between them as they were continually fucked from behind. Labembe always liked watching two cows kiss, they were so enthusiastic every time, but so terribly bad at it. She also enjoyed the corruption of lovely Muslim women like Mariam in general, there was always a thrill to destroying a woman’s capacity for shame and modesty, but the added visual pleasure of watching a woman’s hijab be splattered with sperm before being torn away by its own wearer as she succumbed to lust and sin? That was one of the chief’s favourite sights.
That being said, her true favourite sight was right in front of her in that very moment. Lara croft had broken away from Mariam’s messy kiss and was staring up at. Her lips were open ever so slightly, lightly glazed with spit and precum. Her dark eyes were wide and docile, staring up at her with total, obedient reverence.
She groaned as the villager finished noisily inside her and fell to her knees as she was released. Labembe watched as she crawled close, placed a gentle, loving kiss on the underside of her cock, and nuzzled against her sack.
“Mama, may I have my potion now?” she whispered softly.
Labembe smiled and stooped down, taking her by the hand and leading her through the frenzy. She caught Kolma by the arm, pulling her away from a young broodmare who was squealing with pain as the older woman forced her monstrous cock inside her petite frame. “It is time for Lara’s initiation.”
Kolma groaned impatiently and yanked herself free of the whimpering girl, grumbling bitterly as they made their way back to the throne.
Lara’s heart was hammering in her chest as she knelt at her chief’s knees, the sound of the breeding washing over her. Her eyes drank in every subtle movement Labembe made, the rise and fall of her chest, the restless shifting of her fingers, the virile pulsing of her bitchbreaking meat.
Kolma stalked up to her and grabbed her by the jaw, forcing her mouth open. Lara’s eyes remained locked on Labembe even as the purple liquid was poured down her throat. It was bitter and cold, sticking to the inside of her mouth as it slithered down her throat. Lara could feel its effects immediately, the warm twitching in her lower belly that was her ovaries magically mutating, the ache in her nipples as her body was informed to begin to lactate and feed the children of Combena.
She gulped and licked her lips, falling back and spreading her legs to show off her sopping cunt, still oozing with the sperm of another villager.
Labembe wasn’t about to allow another woman to seed her favourite bride however, even the tiniest chance of her being impregnated by anyone other than her was simply unacceptable. She’d indulged Lara’s urges out of voyeuristic curiosity, but now it was time to get to business.
With an animalistic roar of lust Labembe pounced, leaping off her throne and slamming Lara to the floor. The wreck of a woman Lara had been twisted into only squealed beneath her, her legs spreading and clutching against the chief’s waist as she drove deep inside her womanhood. By the simple size difference alone Lara’s blushing, mewling face was barely free from Labembe’s heaving ebony breasts, her chin nestled in the deep valley of cleavage as her lips were pressed to her chief’s collarbone.
The chief’s cock drove into her relentlessly, her thrusts vicious and needy. Even more than usual Labembe’s interest was to drain herself in Lara Croft’s womb, this time certain to breed the little white girl who had so captivated her. she bared her teeth in a hungry snarl, her hands clenching in Lara’s hair. She could feel the little slut’s thighs squeezing against her waist, the sweat on her skin joining her own exertion. She could feel Lara’s breath on her breasts, the wetness of her lips against her chest. Lara’s nails scratched slightly at her traps as the conquered explorer clung to her, the sensation making the lust in Labembe’s blood boil over.
She roared again and slammed her hips forwards. Lara groaned as the chief’s sack swatted her soaking lips, the broad brown head of her cock jutting through her cervix and pressing against the inside of her womb before pulsing. The first jet of cum filled Lara’s womb completely, searing hot white seed gushing through her fallopian tubes and attacking her eggs at her ovaries. The second made her swell, by the fifth she began to leak.
When at last Labembe pulled away Lara’s belly was packed to the brim with her sperm, her formerly taut, muscular stomach round and bloated with cum. she let out a low grunt and propped herself up on her elbows, pressing her forehead to Lara’s and smiling.
“If that doesn’t breed you, love, I do not know what will.”
Lara gurgled vaguely, eyes rolling from the mind-shattering orgasms she’d gone through one after another with each gush of semen into her babymaker. Labembe smiled and rolled onto her side, tugging Lara along with her, still embedded on her cock.
Kolma had taken her throne. Ordinarily she would have tossed her mentor off, but that would have required leaving Lara. Besides, the old woman was providing quite the show.
Carabe was riding her teacher’s cock with delight, one hand reaching back to caress the older magician’s slender neck, the other flashing up and down her own cock. Labembe hummed thoughtfully to herself, beginning to slowly thrust into Lara again, Carabe could certainly take a cock, she would have to remember that for once they were married.
As she watched, Kolma tightened her grip on Carabe’s hips and nibbled on the muscular girl’s throat, her predatory golden eyes half-lidded with lust. Labembe felt an immediate possessive jolt run through her as she saw the desire in her one-time mentor’s eyes and bared her teeth.
“Careful Kolma.” She growled, squeezing Lara a little tighter instinctively. “That’s my betrothed you’re pawing.”
Kolma kissed Carabe’s lobe, her fingers stroking over the younger girl’s thighs. “Don’t worry, chief, I won’t keep her.”
“M… my chief… do you want me to join you?” Carabe moaned, still furiously masturbating as Kolma thrust into her. Labembe sighed and stroked a hand over Lara’s plump breast.
“No, my sweet, enjoy yourself.” She breathed, purring as Lara’s eyes fluttered open again and she flashed a wide, deliriously happy smile at her. “I think I’ll make absolutely certain this little slut is properly bred.” She gave a sharp pump of her hips and grinned as Lara moaned with delight.
As the tribe’s ruthless, bestial breeding of their whores continued, Lara was pounded into a state of total helplessness by her beloved owner. Full hours of relentless baby-making left Lara Croft a quivering mess, her belly full of her chief’s seed and her mind thoroughly awash with pleasure. She lay limply on Labembe’s lap, head tilted back and resting against her chief’s bust smiling deliriously up at her mistress. Labembe had reclaimed her throne about half an hour previously, fucking Lara one last time against the back of the carved wooden chair before falling down into it, thoroughly satisfied.
At Labembe’s feet, Carabe was on her hands and knees, groaning and rocking with Kolma’s thrusts. Unlike Lara, the young apprentice had a warrior’s stamina, and was still fully coherent despite her guts being blasted full of her teacher’s sperm. She grunted at a particularly sharp slap of the older woman’s hips into her muscular rump and nuzzled her face to the messy brown pole of Labembe’s cock.
“Gods… my chief… I dreamed so long of pleasing you.” she crooned. “Ever since I was a girl. Your cock is as beautiful as I dreamed.”
Labembe laughed softly and stroked Lara’s cheek. “You flatter me, my sweet… I’ll have to remember that tonight.”
“T… tonight?”
“We may not be able to marry just yet, sweet, but that doesn’t mean I won’t enjoy your lovely body.” Labembe purred. “Judging by how you take Kolma you’ve got all the experience to make an excellent wife.”
Carabe groaned and kissed Labembe’s cock again. “I will be, I swear to you… my body… my heart… they are yours.”
“Pah.” Kolma grunted behind her, pausing her thrusts and squeezing at Carabe’s cheeks with her slender fingers. “You’ve turned my apprentice soft Labembe, what happened to the woman I helped raise?”
“Not all of our hearts are as withered and loveless as yours, Amebi.” Labembe smiled, stroking Lara’s hair as her pet wife cooed and napped on her cock. “Carabe is every bit as powerful as she ever was, as am I. Don’t try and ruin the mood simply because you are jealous.”
“Jealous, ha!” Kolma snorted. “Love is a weakness, you should be punishing that worthless sow in your lap and thinking about your duties! Instead you fawn over this silly little white girl and flirt with my apprentice when there are enemies everywhere.”
“You are paranoid, Amebi.” The chief sighed. “The outsiders know well enough to stay away, and if they do come, we shall deal with them. Isn’t that right my sweet?”
“Uh huh.” Lara mumbled sleepily. “F… fuck… outsiders… make good wives.”
“You saw this cow’s technology. It will not be long before we are discovered.” Kolma scowled. “You must protect our way of life Labembe!”
“And I will.” The chief growled, straightening up in her seat. “You should spend more time outside of your home, Kolma. Your obsession with growing your own power is making you blind to the very reason we remain hidden.”
“And what is that?” Kolma snapped.
“To preserve this.” Labembe smiled, patting Lara’s sperm-packed belly. “This home, this paradise. What is the point of keeping our people safe if we never enjoy ourselves?”
Kolma scowled mutely up at her and returned to thrusting into Carabe’s welcoming asshole, her grey braids catching the light, making all the golden gems woven into the hair glow. “My power is all that protects us, don’t forget that chief.”
“That almost sounded like a threat.” Labembe hissed. “You may enhance our traps, you may convert our captives into good breeding stock, your sight may be key to keeping our borders observed, but do not for a second forget your place.”
Kolma remained silent.
“I am chief.” Labembe growled. “And you… you are replaceable.” She reached out and helped Carabe to her feet as the younger girl pulled free of Kolma. “Go enjoy the festivities, Amebi. Perhaps finding a lover will ease your foul mood.”
Carabe and Lara watched Kolma stalk away into the crowd from Labembe’s lap. “I don’t understand why she is so bitter.” Carabe mumbled after a short while, turning to her chief.
“Pay her no mind, love.” Labembe smiled tiredly, enjoying Lara as she began to bounce herself on her lap. “Loneliness can twist a person. She will come around in time. Meanwhile, I find myself in need of a second cock.” She purred and spread Lara’s cheeks wide, exposing the winking pucker of her ass.
Carabe grinned and forced herself inside, hugging Lara’s back tight and kissing her betrothed passionately.
As the lovemaking resumed, Lara Croft was sandwiched between two ebony goddesses. Dark muscles squeezing her fertile form, strong brown hands pawing at her willing flesh. As the two black futas who had so thoroughly destroyed who Lara had once been kissed, their cum jetted into her body.
As Lara gurgled with delight, her prayers were answered, and two virile black sperm penetrated her vulnerable eggs. Lara Croft had been bred at long last.
The beginning of her life as a slave, a wife, and a mother of Combena had come.
-o-o-o-
In the sun-bathed jungle paradise that was Combena, the familiar sounds and smells of morning began to drift through the air. In the village centre, the women of the tribe greeted one another, praying and laughing and preparing to venture out into the jungle to check their traps. The lowing of brood-beasts signalled the morning’s milking, the voices of a few dozen brain-dead former women crying out with bliss as their produce was collected.
Lara Croft had been awake for hours and smiled sleepily at the sound of her sister’s delight, picturing their massive udders being drained of milk that would be used for so many things across the village. Two of her daughters were busy at her own breasts, her eldest and youngest children greedily feeding from their mother’s teats, devouring her milk with ravenous hunger.
On Lara’s left nipple was Benesha, she was only a few months old, but Lara was certain she would be a mighty warrior, if only from the bruises on the inside of her belly from all the kicking during her pregnancy. As tiny brown hands pawed at her warm white flesh, she let out a low moo of happiness and gently scratched the little black curls beginning to grow over her latest child’s dark scalp.
A sharp yip of pain escaped her lips as Malu chewed on her other nipple, an orgasmic rush vibrating through her broken body as her eldest daughter groped and squeezed at her voluptuous form as well. At three years old Malu was far too young to think anything sexual towards her mother, and as such she was completely oblivious to the arousal she caused in the pale, stupid whore that shared her father’s bed. Even if she had known, Lara wouldn’t have stopped her, she hadn’t the heart to deprive her darling daughter of her milk, or indeed the spine to say anything against her ebony goddesses, no matter how young they were.
“Easy little one.” Carabe’s soft voice purred, tousling Malu’s braids with a gentle hand. “Lara’s poor udders aren’t just yours; your sisters still need them.” Lara smiled; her fellow wife was the only reason the children weren’t spoiled rotten.
“Sorry Amebi.” Malu mumbled, flashing a milky smile to her other mother. Carabe kissed her forehead tenderly and gave Lara’s cheek a stroke before gathering her things, preparing to head down to her laboratory for the day’s magical experiments.
Lara groaned as she watched her younger bride’s cock sway as she walked, her endless hunger for spunk growling in her belly.
A low, soft laugh sounded behind her and she trembled with anticipation.
“Hmmm, I know that sound.” Labembe purred, strong hands slipping over Lara’s bare shoulders to her slender throat, where a beaded golden necklace was draped. She kissed Lara’s dark hair before sauntering around, gently shooing Malu away and plucking Benesha from Lara’s breast. The little baby whined at the interruption, but soon settled against her father’s chest, humming happily in her embrace. “Carabe my love, would you take the girls down to Tshamala on your way?” she asked, smiling down at her child with doting affection.
“Of course, my chief.” Carabe hummed, kissing her bride and taking Benesha in her arms. “Come along love, your father needs some time with Lara.”
“Guh… gooood… l… luck.” Lara said sluggishly as her wife and daughters left, “Love… youuu.” Over the years her language skills had once again begun to degrade. She really had little use for speech anymore, let alone any language other than the tribe’s own tongue. All her needs and wants were provided for by her brides and owners after all, life as a docile house pet was an easy one.
Lara quivered as she felt Labembe’s lips brush her throat, her hands roaming away from her shoulders down to her swollen pregnant belly. “Hmm, for us, a fifth child is a thing to be celebrated most heartily.” She whispered into Lara’s ear, her breath making the golden, coin-sized earrings bejewelling the former adventurer’s lobes tinkle gently. “By the fifth daughter, a broodmare will have reached such a point of loyal bliss, she will beg to be bred at all times. It’s a lovely purity to behold, but I’ve never had the pleasure to watch the change in a wife that was mine alone.”
“Want to… have… your babies… all the time anyway.” Lara moaned as Labembe’s hands pattered gently over her stomach, where their fifth child in three years lay nestled. “I’m a good… girl.”
Labembe chuckled and kissed her nape. “That you are, my pet.” Her hands slipped upwards to the plump, milk-laden udders her private breeding cow bore, giving her a gentle squeeze. “You were always such an exceptional beast.”
“Y… yes mama.”
“Hungry?”
“A… always.”
“Open wide then, sweet.” The chief sighed, straightening up and stepping in front of her. She let her cock fall against Lara’s upturned face, the immense chestnut pillar hot and heavy against Lara’s pale skin.
A giggle and a panting mouth were Lara’s response, earning a fond smile from Labembe before the chief sheathed herself to the root in the white woman’s throat. Lara was as warm and wet as always and gurgled pleasantly as her owner began to thrust slowly into her gaping mouth.
Morning blowjobs were just another part of the daily rituals Labembe’s household observed. The chief would wake to one bride snuggled to her back and another nuzzled to her breast, a quick ball-draining into whichever of her wives was against her front would relieve the tension built overnight, but it would always be a harsh, animalistic act, more concerned with relieving pressure than eliciting pleasure.
It was later, once breakfasts had been eaten and the children had been attended to, that the business of pleasure was addressed. Lara would always hog Labembe’s cock for as long as Carabe had patience, guzzling load after load of virile sperm with insatiable greed. Carabe would usually enjoy a single mouthful of her chief’s seed, and be left to the clean-up of her well-loved pole
Labembe toyed with the soft brown hair of her favourite breeder, lazily fucking her quivering throat and drinking in the new day. Combena was a paradise, it had been for generations, but somehow without Lara kneeling by her side with a docile smile and a willing body it felt like she was only realising that fact for the first time in her life. Her people’s smiles seemed wider. The food tasted sweeter. The sounds of laughter seemed to catch her ears almost everywhere she went.
A low, happy sigh passed her lips and she tousled Lara’s hair, gently pulling herself free from her panting mouth. As expected, Lara let out a whine of protest, those big brown eyes staring up at her with confusion and fear that she had somehow disappointed her beloved mistress.
“Come along Lara, I’d like a view of the village.” Labembe smiled with a pat to her pet’s cheek. Lara giggled and scurried out ahead of her, bracing herself against the wooden railing and wiggling her plump pregnant rear.
“Mamaaaa, fuck meee pleaaaase.” The one-time adventurer squealed, her fat cheeks jiggling as she shook her hips. “I wanna… have your… cuuuum!”
Labembe sighed affectionately and took her favourite cocksleeve by the hips. She lined herself up with Lara’s sweet little asshole and rammed her hips forwards. She was in a good mood and wanted to give Lara the kind of fucking she craved. Soon enough she’d be able to fuck the little slut’s cunt as hard as they both wanted, but as long as her daughter was inside Lara’s womb, fucking the broodmare’s cunt was off limits.
Lara howled with joy as Labembe took her by the back of the neck, fucking her hard enough to make the whole wooden gantry shake under her thrusts. The slapping of ebony muscle on soft, welcoming white flesh was as loud as Lara’s screams, providing a depraved morning serenade to the villagers below, who pointed and laughed at Lara’s grinning, broken face as it stared down at them.
“Fuck her hard, chief!”
“Make the white whore scream for us!”
“Thank you for the show, my chief, your wife is a lovely sight!”
The calls and jeers washed over Lara Croft. Once upon a time she would have been horrified by them, horrified by what she was doing. Once upon a time she’d been an adventurer. She’d conquered the dangers of Yamatai, found the ancient wonders of dozens of lost cities and civilisations. She’d survived nature’s wrath, mercenaries and killers, wolves, bears and jaguars, zombies and demons and curses.
Now she was no adventurer. She wasn’t even a woman anymore, just meat, soft, docile fuckmeat for her owner’s enjoyment. Her mind had been shattered; her body broken. Intelligence had been warped into servility. Muscle had been worn into pleasing plump fat.
Lara Croft was dead in every way but one, and people mourned her far away where her name meant anything. Meanwhile in the paradise of Combena, people cheered and laughed as Lara Croft vomited a pint of her owner’s virile spunk over the edge of the ledge as Labembe blew six or seven more deep into her guts.
As a pair of fellow broodmares lapped up the cum from the dusty ground, Lara slumped to her knees and oozed delightedly. A hand caressed her scalp and she cooed, smiling up at her beloved mistress with spunk dribbling from her chin.
There were a lot of unusual things Lara Croft had seen in her life, but in her shattered, simple little mind, none of them had been as beautiful as her chief.
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