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The End of The Tomb Raider. Chapter 3.
🕑 Added 2019-09-16 23:52:26 +0000 UTCPart three of Lara's quest to recruit women to be mind-broken broodmares for her ebony futa mistresses! With her pilot/chauffeur Jay now a cocksleeve by her side, Lara helps Carabe find two new wives for the tribe.
-o-o-o-
Lara sobbed with joy as Labembe cupped her cheeks, wearing a proud smile on her lips. She could barely breathe she was shaking so hard, sucking in shallow breaths as she cried, grinning stupidly at her beloved mistress.
“You’ve done so well, my sweet.” Labembe’s deep, rich voice rumbled, her thumbs gently wiping Lara’s tears away. “I am so proud of you.”
Lara laughed. Shrill and manic, her voice twisted by relief and ecstasy and maddening need. Labembe smiled and tipped her head up, her lips pressing against her throat, kissing and sucking at her. Lara went silent, mouth open in a noiseless pant as she trembled in her goddess’ grasp.
“Such a good girl.” Labembe continued softly. “Such a good wife. I chose well.”
“Yes.” Lara croaked.
“My bride. My precious girl. Such a good, obedient wife.”
“I’m good.” Lara panted in agreement. “I’m a good girl!”
Labembe pulled away and ran her fingers through her hair before standing and towering over her. she was magnificent, almost glowing as the sunset’s light splashed against her, dark ebony muscles like carved mahogany, tawny eyes like golden pools, hair as black as night. Lara whimpered, eyes drinking every inch of chiselled brown flesh, from the top of the chief’s head to the tips of her toes.
She was hopeless, helplessly, gushingly aroused.
“Lie back, sweet thing.” Her chief asked, voice low and gentle.
Lara obeyed, soft fur tickling against her back as she lay on their bed, their breeding ground, and spread her thighs wide. Labembe laughed, seeing how utterly soaked Lara had become and reached down, brushing a thumb against her folds. “Excited, are we?”
“I’m good.” Lara moaned, body twitching as the chief’s thumb flicked her pearl. “I’m good! I’ll… I’ll give you so many babies! I promise!”
“That was never in doubt, sweet.” Labembe purred, moving forwards and kneeling on the bed, her throbbing manhood draped over Lara’s belly. Lara almost came on the spot, staring at the chief’s pulsing head resting just beneath her chest. “You’re such a good girl.”
“W… will you kill me?” Lara groaned as Labembe’s hand gripped her hips and yanked her tight against her. “Will you k… kill my mind like all the others?”
“No, sweet.” The chief sighed, leaning down and pressing their foreheads together. “You’re such a good girl, I don’t have to worry about you betraying me. You belong here, it’s your home. You’re not like the cows; you won’t run away if I let you go. Will you?”
“No!” Lara agreed, shaking her head and sending her hair whipping about her face, Labembe sighed fondly and brushed a few stray strands out of her eyes. “I love you.” Lara whispered as she leant close. “I love you more than anything! I’ll do anything you ask, anything at all. It’s all I’m good for. I’ll be your pet until I die!”
“Hush, sweet.” Labembe said, pushing a finger to Lara’s lips. “I know.”
She pushed inside with one firm thrust. Lara howled, tongue lolling and eyes rolling with delight. She was silenced as the chief’s lips sealed over hers, shaking with ecstasy as Labembe’s tongue slipped into her, her cock driving itself deeper and deeper with every thrust.
Labembe’s hands squeezed her tightly, enough to keep Lara in her place but not so tight as to hurt her. She tasted just as Lara remembered, a fragrant, savoury flavour like some kind of spice she couldn’t place. All Lara knew was that she needed more. Her legs locked behind Labembe’s hips, desperately trying to push her deeper inside her cunt, but the chief effortlessly resisted her.
“M…more!” Lara sobbed, tears of joy turned into tears of frustration as Labembe patiently took her, slipping every inch of her glorious cock inside tortuously slowly, driving Lara insane as each bump and ridge and vein rubbed against her insides. “Please… Please mama… gimme more… give… Lara… more.”
She gurgled and went silent as Labembe’s hands closed around her throat, squeezing gently at first, but tightening her grip more and more as her thrusts grew all the more vicious. Lara choked, face red as she was strangled, eyes almost rattling in her skull as Labembe slammed into her. Her belly bulged as she was filled, the outline of the chief’s cock ramming its way further and further through her body until it pummelled against her ribcage with each violent slap of ebony hips and pale white cunt.
“Ghhhh.” Lara managed to spit out, hands tugging uselessly at Labembe’s hands as hey crushed her windpipe bit by bit. Pleasure turned into pain as the chief’s meat forced itself through her flesh, brutalising her ruined pussy. She was helpless, completely at the immense black woman’s mercy, and there was nothing by hate and fury in the chief’s shining eyes. Her beloved’s lips parted in a cruel grin and she snarled. “You are a bad girl. I should have done this instead of sending you away.”
Lara jerked one last time as Labembe came, her seed power-washing the poor woman’s guts and cascading out of her. Lara’s body swelled under the pressure, jets of spunk spattering out of her mouth, her nose, even her eyes. Her vision went white entirely, her brain drowning in cum. hands fell away from Labembe’s, fat tits stopped quivering from Lara’s breaths. Her thighs fell limply away from the chief’s hips and Labembe sniffed with satisfaction, finally releasing the girl’s throat.
-o-o-o-
A foot jabbed Carabe sharply in her sack, waking her in an instant with a dull grunt of pain. Surprise gave way to rage and she snarled, throwing away the covers and rounding on the two white women sharing her bed.
She paused.
Lara was sobbing in her sleep, thrashing and crying out. Carabe moved closer, reaching out to comfort her, but Lara let out a shrill squeak and opened her eyes. She saw Carabe and shrieked, folding in on herself, cradling her head as she shivered.
“Lara?”
“Croft?” Jay murmured, rubbing her eyes and nuzzling closer, long paper-white fingers stroking over Lara’s side. “What’s wrong?”
“Lara.” Carabe said, taking Lara’s wrists and pulling them away from her face. “What is it?”
Lara looked at her and whimpered, before pulling close and hugging her around her waist. “I… I had such an awful dream.” She croaked; her tears wet against Carabe’s breast.
Carabe swallowed and gently cradled Lara to her chest, petting her hair with on hand as she looked to Jay for help. She’d never had anyone wake her with a nightmare before, never been the one with any power to relieve someone of their terror. In the back of her mind there was a picture of her mother, smiling down at her when she had been a child, comforting her… but that was all.
“Hey.” Jay breathed, sitting up and hugging Lara’s back, lips pressing against her shoulder. “It’s ok. Mistress is here. Mistress will take care of both of us forever. She’ll keep us safe and happy all our lives, so long as we’re good girls.”
Lara whimpered and pushed herself tighter against Carabe, face disappearing between her dark breasts. “I’m good.” Her voice said, muffled by ebony flesh. “I’m a good girl… I’ll always be a good girl for m… my mistresses.”
“Yes.” Carabe nodded, forcing a smile. “You’re… er, very obedient. Chief Labembe is very lucky to own you. if… if you were mine, I would be… um… proud, and I’m sure she is too.”
Lara pulled away and looked up at her shyly, face red and wet from tears. “Y… You really think that?”
“I know it.” Carabe said a little more confidently. “I’ve never seen her look at a wife like she looks at you.”
Lara smiled weakly and hugged herself, shivering despite the heat of the manor.
“I bet the chief can’t wait for you to come back.” Jay purred, kissing Lara deeply, their tongues mashing together even as Jay recoiled, the two fleshy muscles twirling in the open between them. “You’re so fucking sexy.”
“Jay.” Lara smiled, pushing her away half-heartedly. “Don’t tease.”
“I’m not, I always thought you were so fucking fine.” Jay moaned, pushing close again and rubbing her small chest against Lara’s plump udders. “Now I can taste you and fuck you, I’m so fucking happy! And we can be stupid breeders for fat black girlcock together.” Her hands clapped down on Lara’s rump, coaxing a pleased giggle from the former adventurer.
Carabe smiled approvingly and allowed them a few moments to playfully tease each other’s body before taking hold of them both and pushing them down onto the bed. “Sleep.” She growled. “You can play in the morning.”
“You promise?” Jay cooed, wiggling her butt in the air as Carabe kept her head down against the covers.
“I do.” Carabe sighed, giving her a gentle pat before sinking down and sighing. The light went out and she smiled, rolling onto her back so her pale slaves could nuzzle against her bosom, using her as a pillow as they drifted off to sleep.
-o-o-o-
Lara mewed delightedly as she woke, taking in a deep breath of Carabe’s musk, feeling herself grow wet immediately.
Carabe had more than made herself at home since she had been brought to Lara’s old house. The heat was permanently set as high as it would go, the kitchens were bursting with fresh fruit, and almost every surface was smeared with the leftovers of both Lara and Jay’s use. The whole place stank of spunk, which only drove the two white sluts into a constant heat, making sure the mess would get worse and worse.
The bed was the worst offender, and so it was Lara and Jay’s favourite place. It had been thoroughly soaked with sperm after whole days dedicated to nothing but scratching the broken women’s insatiable craving for futa cum. There were times both Lara and Jay would just rub themselves against the bed when Carabe lost patience with them, rubbing the stink into their skin before turning their lust on each other.
Lara had never known a woman’s body as well as she now knew Jay’s and, from the screams drifting through the manor, Carabe was just the same.
Lara stood and yawned, admiring the carnage that was their bedroom, things torn and broken, strewn across the floor. Almost every surface sticky with sperm. And the smell. God. Lara quivered delightedly and took a deep breath before making her way towards the shower.
It didn’t take long for company to arrive, Jay’s pale hands winding around her waist as she pushed close. Lara hummed and took position against the shower wall, smiling up at the water splashing against her body. Jay giggled and started kissing her way down Lara’s back, starting at her shoulders and peppering tiny pecks down Lara’s spine before sinking her fingers into Lara’s ass and practically making out with one of the fat fleshy pads.
“So fuckin’ sexy.” Jay mumbled, rolling her palm against Lara’s rump, toying and kneading her slippery flesh. “Always wanted to get in your pants.”
“Is it everything you hoped?” Lara cooed, pushing herself back against her pilot-turned- lover.
“That and more.” Jay winked before burying herself between Lara’s cheeks and setting to work on her slit.
Lara groaned; eyes squeezed shut as she pressed herself against the tile wall. “You could’ve asked.” She breathed, nibbling her lip. “Might’ve even said yes.”
“Oh yeah?”
“If you played your c… cards right.”
“Hmm?” Jay purred, landing a sharp smack on her before standing up and turning Lara around to face her. She planted an arm to the side of Lara’s head and stroked the other slowly down her hip, flashing a cocky smile. “Wouldn’t be the first time I turned a girl.”
“Is that right?” Lara replied softly, cupping jay’s cheeks and pulling her down until their lips almost touched. Her eyes darted up to the little mark on Jay’s forehead and she smiled. “To bad I turned you first. Made you a slave to their cocks just like me.”
Jay moaned as Lara’s slid her thumb over the mark, her eyes glimmering golden for an instant and making her legs go weak. Lara giggled and spun her around, pushing her back to the wall and taking her turn at suckling her way over her flesh. “T… tell me about it again.” Jay rasped.
“It’s the most beautiful place in the world.” Lara sighed dreamily, fingers pushing up and curling inside Jay, drawing another hoarse groan from her lips. “Trees and lakes and waterfalls. A whole village hidden away with everything it could ever need, such delicious food and gorgeous song and magnificent women.”
“Tell… me about them.”
“They’re tall and strong and powerful. So, so beautiful, like they were carved out of mahogany rather than born. So dark… and so delicious. Especially my chief… she was so gentle, and so harsh. Sometimes she would caress me, other times she would beat me, always how I craved, how I needed it. She looked into what’s left of my brain and knew exactly what I needed.” Lara whispered, voice low and melancholy. “At nights if I was still awake after being used I… I would just watch her, stroke her. Muscles all like stone, but skin so very soft. Her breasts were… and her hips and… I used to play with her hair sometimes. Rough and coarse like her palms as they rolled over my ass. She used to scold me when I misbehaved, and her voice would go all low and rumbly. It was always so deep and rich but then… then it became so much more wonderful.”
“Fuck!” Jay squeaked, voice raising an octave or two as Lara’s fingers explored her insides.
“She… filled me, Jay.” Lara continued, barely paying attention anymore. “So completely that whenever she isn’t… whenever she wasn’t inside me, I felt empty. She would push herself so deep my entire body felt like one enormous nerve being struck, like my climax hit every single cell of me. And then if she used her magic to make herself bigger… gods, tasting her tip as it pushed up out of my gullet was incredible. It broke me, every time, the pain and the ecstasy of being so thoroughly twisted by her set my mind on fire. I’d wake up the next day aching and feeling like a little piece of me had left when her cock did.”
Jay’s hands were squeezing her like a vice as she stared off into space, so lost in longing memory she didn’t even feel the pain in her arms, or the gentle stroking of Carabe’s hands down her chest. She didn’t even realise her mistress had joined them she was so distracted. “I don’t just want her babies, Jay. I need them. I can’t live with myself without her daughters in my belly. It’ll be the same for you… as soon as you meet them you’ll just know. You’ll see them, feel their bodies against you, taste them, smell them… and you’ll know what heaven is. You’ll know what God looks like. You won’t be you anymore, you’ll be something new, something beautiful. And you’ll spend the rest of your life in ecstasy, being bred, birthing daughters, eating and sleeping and fucking and breathing for them.”
Jay slumped down, legs turned to jelly, and Lara snapped out of her trance. She blushed darkly and hugged herself in the heat of the water, finally noticing Carabe’s breath against her scalp and the soft pressure of her palms against her belly. “I’ve never heard a wife speak like that before.” She breathed. “I knew they must adore us but… we’re truly gods to them, aren’t we?”
“Yes.”
Carabe’s hands moved up to Lara’s breasts, gently pinching her nipples before lining herself up with her sopping cunt and pushing inside. “We’ll be home soon.” She said. Lara moaned in agreement and pushed back against her, reaching down to help Jay back to her feet. The pale, skinny woman looked amazed, eyes wide with wonder, even as Lara grunted and bounced herself back against Carabe’s thrusts. She reached up to slick her hair back, and moved close, kissing Lara in a way so much softer and more loving than she ever had before.
“You really think that… they’ll like me?” Jay asked breathlessly. “I’m about as opposite them as you can get.”
“They’ll think you’re delightful.” Lara smiled, panting as Carabe picked up the pace. “Like I do.”
“C’mere you.” Jay blushed, shutting her up with another tender kiss.
-o-o-o-
“So mistress, see anyone you like?” Jay cooed, draping herself over Carabe’s arm and batting her lashes up at her.
“Several, I suppose.” Carabe sighed, wincing and trying to adjust her pants. “I do not care for these clothes; they are far too restrictive.”
“If you walk about with your cock visible it could expose you!” Lara whispered.
“I know, I’m not a fool.” Carabe growled, scowling down at her before sighing. “Let us move quickly and find your new sisters, I’m suffocating in these damned things.”
Lara smiled as the girl strode into the club like she owned it, pushing her way through the crowd which practically parted before her all on its own. Jay grinned and scampered after her, eyes scanning the room hungrily, searching for potential ‘recruits.’
After only a few minutes of sitting by the bar it became clear the problem wasn’t going to be finding women Carabe liked. Her tawny eyes lingered hungrily over almost everyone she saw, pants bulging dangerously. Lara smiled, pleased Carabe was at least enjoying herself for once, but made a point of keeping herself between her mistress and the rest of the bar, just in case anyone saw the throbbing package straining against her pants.
“They’re quite nice.” Jay purred, pressing her lips close to Carabe’s ear, hands exploring her hips. She pointed with a finger to a group of three women in a booth close to the floor. Lara pursed her lips and inspected them with interest. They were all older women, in their mid-forties. All three were east Asian, were well dressed and well made up, and all three were watching the younger women in the club with lecherous eyes.
“What do you think mistress? They’re a little old for breeders.”
“They’re still good.” Carabe murmured, “And Kolma’s potions can make healthy breeders out of women far older… besides, they are certainly easy on the eye.”
“So, all three?” Jay asked excitedly. “We could have all your wives by the end of the night!”
Carabe sighed and looked down at Lara, who hung her head reluctantly, knowing what her mistress was about to say.
“No.” She said quietly. “I won’t rush this. We’ll take one and find another, one different. The more exotic our prizes the more likely we are to please the tribe.”
“So, who else?”
Carabe pointed across the room.
A young ginger woman was sitting alone by the wall, sipping at her drink and watching the club with quick grey eyes. Lara raised a brow, the girl was pretty, but seemed remarkably out of place in the club. She wasn’t dressed up, wasn’t with anyone, she was just sitting and watching. “Mistress?” Lara asked, “Are you sure?”
“I want her.” Carabe smiled, taking Lara by the cheek and pulling her into a kiss. “Fetch her for me.”
“Won’t you need me for the other one?”
“Nah. I’ll slut it up and have one of them eating out of the palm of my hand in no time.” Jay grinned, pulling up her skirt even higher and kissing her as well. “See you back at the limo?”
“If I don’t see you first.”
-o-o-o-
“Where are you taking me?” June giggled as Jay lead her out of the club and into the cool night air. The pink-haired girl flashed a dazzling grin over her shoulder and laughed.
“Somewhere fun, love.”
“Well in that case lead the way.” June purred. Her brow raised, impressed, as Jay stepped up to a limo and opened the door. “This is for you?”
“Technically I’m it’s chauffer, love.” Jay smirked, “But my mistress won’t mind.”
“Mistress?” June laughed.
“That would be me.”
June spun to see an excellent pair of tits trapped behind a shirt that was very much too tight for them. She swallowed and directed her attention up to the woman who owned them, or rather the girl. She couldn’t have been more than nineteen but towered over her like a real-life amazon. She was beautiful and dark and impeccably muscled, yet somehow instead of feeling intimidated she found herself leaning towards the newcomer. “H… hi.”
“Hello.” The girl smiled, eyes inspecting her with interest. “I am Carabe, who are you?”
“June.” June swallowed. “June Lee.”
“It’s a pleasure.” Carabe purred, she took Jay and pulled her close, forcing a kiss onto her. “I take it my Jay has tried to seduce you?”
“Something like that.” June mumbled, confused both by her situation and the longing she felt to be held like Carabe held Jay.
“Would you like to join us?”
“For… sex.” June frowned cautiously.
“Of course.”
“Now?”
“Yes.”
“I… guess so.” June smiled slowly, pushing her chest forward a little, liking how Carabe’s dazzling eyes drank in her curves. “My place or yours?”
“Here.” Carabe smirked, reaching out and pushing June back against the limo. June let out a quiet squeak, only for Jay to silence her with a deep and feral kiss. She whined helplessly, eyes wide as Jay pressed their lips together, watching as Carabe plucked a bead from her necklace and toyed with it between her fingers.
“W… what’s that?” June asked breathlessly as the kiss ended.
“A present.” Carabe smiled, moving so close June could almost taste her perfume. She brought up the little bead for June to admire, before slapping it onto her forehead.
June came to what felt like an eternity later, blinking up in awe at Carabe’s throbbing cockmeat. Her vision tunnelled, everything seemed to be bathed in golden light. It didn’t matter, all that mattered was sliding that cock as deep inside her body as she possibly could.
“Ah ah.” Jay grinned, grabbing her as she dove for the cock. “Beg for it.”
“What are you doing?” Carabe frowned, before June’s hands grabbed her thighs.
“Please!” the older woman panted, “Please I’m begging you! fuck me! fuck me until I can’t walk anymore! Fuck me and fuck me and fuck me for the rest of my stupid whore life!” She kept begging, pleading, sobbing and screaming for Carabe to shove herself deep inside her. She only realised that she’d slipped back into Cantonese when Carabe asked Jay what she was saying. She let out a soft groan and choked out one last “Please?”
Jay’s hands moved away and June let out a gleeful moan, darting forwards and pressing herself tight to the glorious ebony pole. Her tongue snaked out and tasted cock. She giggled with broken delight and moved upwards, lips locking over Carabe’s head and suckling. Jay and Carabe kissed above her, between her legs was a veritable waterfall, but in her mouth was the most wonderful thing she’d ever seen.
She sank herself down as far as she could, coughed and gagged and spluttered trying to go further. Jay’s hands took her by the cheeks and helped her make the final move. Her gullet forced open, her throat sunk down and her neck bulged full of thick, brown cockmeat.
All the spluttering and spit and guttural moans faded out of her consciousness as she came, her whole body quaking as her arousal spattered the pavement between her legs. Jay helped her slam her head up and down the incredible length, spit and slime oozing from her lips as she moaned and gagged.
“Fuck… I’ve only seen Lara take a cock like that.” Jay rasped in her ear. “And she was throat fucked for months by our chief. You’re a special kind of cocksleeve.”
June burbled a gleeful agreement and continued to force herself up and down until Carabe swelled inside her. The first jet of spunk rushed straight into her belly, knocking what little strength she had out of her. she slumped to the floor, staring blankly up at her new mistress’ face as rope after rope of cum pumped into her stomach. The heat was unimaginable, filling her up as she sat and brainlessly guzzled. If just raw sperm could make her belly glow so heavenly, how mind-shatteringly perfect would carrying her mistress’ babies be?
-o-o-o-
“Come on.” Lara purred, draping herself around Charlie’s neck and batting her lashes. “Come meet them.”
“What if they don’t like me, Lara? I’m awful at meeting new people.” Charlie winced, cheeks burning as she tried to ignore Lara’s hands against her. “Let’s just… get another round, or something.”
“Come on.”
Charlie groaned anxiously as she was led around the bar to the carpark, where a pair of women were standing, partly obscured by the open door of a limo. “Carabe, Jay!” Lara called, scampering up to the door and peeking over. For a moment Charlie thought the gorgeous woman who had dropped into her lap looked disappointed, but then Lara smiled up at the black girl. “This is Charlie.”
“H… hi.” Charlie said quietly, staring at the dark girl in mixed terror and awe. She was gorgeous, a total knockout, and she was smiling at her! she noticed her! knew she existed like all the girls Charlie had ever wanted hadn’t. she swallowed, hard, and offered an awkward wave. “Nice to… m… meet you.”
“The pleasure is mine.” Carabe replied, voice sweet and soft and seductive. Charlie’s knees trembled as she walked to Lara’s side. “You have good timing; I’ve just finished initiating June.”
Charlie looked down as Carabe did and let out a sharp shriek. A buxom Asian woman was thoroughly embedded on an inhumanly gorgeous cock, protruding from Carabe’s already inhumanly gorgeous body. As she watched in trembling horror, the girl took the milf by her hair and pulled her off her length with a disgustingly wet squelching sound. Her cock throbbed and released a thick rope of cum, marking the woman from her hair down her forehead to her lolling tongue.
“More.” the older woman pleaded, mouth gaping, spilling semen like a fountain. She’d been stripped naked, her mature bronzed body glistening with sweat and spunk. Her face was a picture of broken bliss, the mark on her forehead glowing beneath a rope of cum. her eyes wide and glassy with singular need. Her mouth hung open in a bestial pant, tongue lolling and letting her spit and Carabe’s seed dribble down onto her heaving udders.
“M… more.” She croaked again, hands clutching at a neatly trimmed cunt, “Inside… cum inside… my pussy.”
“Later.” Carabe smiled, casually wiping her rod off in the pleading woman’s hair. The pink-hared girl winked up at Charlie before helping the woman into the limo and lying her down.
“Thank… you.” the woman had time to mumble before Jay was smothering her, lapping the cum from her flesh inch by inch before straddling her chest.
“Mistress’ gotta teach our new sister, so why don’t you get to work on my backdoor whilst we wait. Need it all slippery for mistress’ bitchbreaker.”
“Muh.” The woman managed, blinking stupidly before bringing her face up between Jay’s cheeks and beginning to obediently tongue her pucker. Jay moaned and reached back, fingers raking through inky black hair and then clenching tight, yanking the woman tight against her ass.
“H… Hey… Croft.” Jay grinned, panting with glee as she was serviced by their new recruit. “Guess I win, huh. First dibs on being mistress’ cocksleeve tonight!”
“I never agreed to that.” Carabe said sternly, before gently guiding the starry-eyed Charlie into the Limo and sitting her down in her lap. “And who are you, sweet?”
“Ch… Charlie.” Charlie whispered, staring entranced at the Asian woman as she slurped at Jay’s ass, the mark on her forehead throbbing with golden light. “Charlotte… Carter.”
“Do you want me to fuck you, Charlotte Carter?” Carabe cooed, running her hand along the curve of Charlie’s hip. “That’s why Lara brought you here. Are you ready to be my slave?”
“Slave… Yours.” Charlie croaked. “I… I don’t… I just… my head…”
“I want you to be my slave.” Carabe smiled, lifting her effortlessly and resting her on the floor. “I want to own you.” she plucked a bead from her necklace and crushed it between her fingers, pressing the powder against Charlie’s forehead and leaving a glowing golden mark behind.
“I want… I don’t know what I want.” Charlie whined, “My head feels… I want something, I need something, I just don’t know what. I need it so bad. Th… there’s a place… somewhere I have to go to… can you take me there?”
“I can, sweet.” Carabe smiled, freeing her rod and smacking Charlie sharply in the cheek with it. the ginger let out a strangled sob of awe and immediately clutched it in her hands, stroking over it and pressing her face against its dark flesh with reverence.
“Oh god… yes… yes this… this is it.”
“Suck my cock, Charlotte Carter. Be my plaything, milk my cock and obey my word and one day, you’ll be a fat, mindless babymaker. Just like June, just like Jay, Just like Lara.”
Charlie let out a quiet cry and turned her head, still smearing herself against Carabe’s rob. “L… Lara! Come… come worship with me? Please?”
Lara smiled and took position beside her, kissing her cheek before guiding her attention back to Carabe’s pulsing member. Charlie swallowed and shyly began to kiss Carabe’s dark brown tip, suckling her head with blushing cheeks and squirming as Lara ran her hands over her hips.
“Drink in the taste… the smell.” She cooed into Charlie’s ear. “She’s so much better than us. So much stronger and so much more beautiful and so much more potent.”
“It’s… like destiny.” Charlie breathed, going cross eyes as she dragged her tongue down to Carabe’s sack, locking her lips against quivering brown flesh and sucking. She recoiled with a gentle pop and licked her lips. “This is where I’m meant to be, what I’m meant to be doing.”
“When you come to the village, you’ll know how wrong you are about that.” Lara purred. “A hundred women as magnificent as her. A lifetime spent in paradise with more fat black girlcocks than you can fit into your whore body… that is our destiny. We’re going to be their cows, their breeders. We’ll give them so many daughters.”
“Oh god.” Charlie croaked, “Oh… Fuck YES!” She lunged forwards and sank the first two inches of Carabe’s meat down her gullet, cheeks puffing up and eyes rolling back as she tried to force herself deeper, gagging and spluttering until her chin was a wet, stick mess of spit.
Lara grinned and grabbed her head, pushing her down to a low guttural moan from the ginger. Carabe smiled to herself, and leant back, watching with barely contained lust as Charlie’s throat was slowly ruined by her cockmeat. By the time she was about half-way down Carabe’s shaft her face was a bright-red mess of spit and running mascara, her gullet bulging as it was stuffed full. Even Lara’s encouragement couldn’t force Charlie down any further, so reluctantly, Carabe grabbed her by the scalp and pulled her off with a wet slurping sound.
“N… o.” Charlie whined. “Want… it all… inside.”
“Not without practice.” Lara tutted. “Now lie back so Mistress can fuck you.”
“She’s… so big.” Charlie breathed, hands clutching at Lara as she laid her down on her back. “She’ll never fit!”
“She will, I promise.” Lara grinned, “I take her every day, and she’s not even half the size of our chief.”
“It will hurt.” Carabe warned softly, pushing herself between Charlie’s legs and tearing away her underwear, and petting her sopping slit with a thumb. “But you will cum too hard to notice. You will ache afterwards though.”
“I… I… I’m r… ready.” Charlie squeaked, grabbing Lara’s hand and squeezing. She howled as Carabe pushed herself inside, mixed pain and pleasure crashing through her, making her whole body quake. Lara smiled as Charlie trembled, holding her hand until her eyes drifted back down from the back of her head and she regained enough control to swallow her tongue back into her mouth.
“Lara.”
“Hey.” Lara grinned, “Good?”
“So fucking good.”
“I haven’t started yet.” Carabe laughed, placing her hand over Charlie’s belly before giving one sharp thrust. Charlie let out a yip and melted all over again, Lara purred with arousal and leant down to kiss Charlie, who eagerly responded. She wasn’t half bad, surprising Lara, clearly her shyness didn’t equate to a lack of skill with a tongue.
She was slapped sharply on the rear and laughed, turning around to see Jay grinning, rolling her hips down into June’s face. The Asian milf was red-faced and lathered with quim, but in her eyes was nothing but delight. Lara smiled and reached out to her, sharing a long kiss before turning her attention back to Charlie.
Carabe’s thrusts were growing in speed and ferocity by the second, sending Charlie’s body bouncing and her mouth squealing with ecstasy. Lara smiled proudly and took position behind Charlie, toying with her cute freckled tits as Carabe pounded into her.
“You’re… so big!” Charlie whined, drawing a low hiss of pain from Lara as she squeezed her wrist, Carabe’s thrusts becoming deep enough that the flesh of her belly began to bulge with each motion.
“Carabe is magnificent.” Lara cooed in agreement, “But the women of our tribe are even bigger. Our chief’s cock can fit all the way through my body.”
“That’s… impossible.”
“Not for our mistresses.” Lara smiled, “Now hush, and cum. then we can go home and do it all over again!”
“Uhhhh.” Charlie moaned as Carabe’s sack swatted her, her entire length nestled inside her cunt. She was immense, a dozen times the size of Charlie’s old boyfriend, how it fit inside she had no idea, but she prayed to god Lara hadn’t lied about them fucking again later.
“Such a pretty pale thing.” Carabe said, petting Charlie’s cheek. “With your hair like fire. I knew I had to have you when I first laid eyes on you.”
“Please… fuck meee.” Charlie whimpered.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“D… don’t hold back, please?”
Carabe smiled, impressed, and nodded. She shifted her weight, planting her arms either side of Charlie’s head, and began to thrust in earnest.
Charlie shrieked with orgasmic bliss as she was brutalised, her entire body lurching as Carabe smashed into her cunt, her head punching into her very womb. She flopped helplessly onto the floor and fell into a trance of moaning and squealing and fucking. Lara and Carabe kissed above her, tongues duelling and lips locking. She cried out for attention, and was given it by Jay, who set herself the task of slipping her tongue far enough down her throat to lick Carabe’s cockhead. Even the Asian woman appeared as she was used, smiling stupidly down and smearing cum over her face with fat silicon lips.
At a certain point her mind faded, and she couldn’t tell who was who. Tongues and lips and hands played with one another all around her, kissing and stroking and tugging at her flesh. It was all a blur. Her screams turned to moans, turned to mews, turned to breathless rasping breaths, and at last Carabe pulsed, and shot her load deep into Charlie’s babymaker.
Even after she passed out she could feel the heat, feel the virility of her new mistress’ seed as it churned inside her. she prayed she would get pregnant, that the billions of wriggling black futa sperm in her womb would knock her up. It was the last thought to pass through her head, and in her dreams she sat, fat and stupid and docile, suckling from her mistress’ cock as her little brown daughters suckled from her.
-o-o-o-
“We have four.” Carabe said quietly.
Charlie moaned sleepily and shifted against her muscular stomach.
“Yes, Carabe.” Lara’s voice replied.
“You have already chosen the last, haven’t you?”
“Yes.”
Charlie opened an eye, curious to see her newest sister. Carabe noticed she was awake and gave her cheek a fond pat. Lara reluctantly took her phone from beside the bed and showed it to Carabe. In the light, Charlie could see the five of them all tangled together, naked and sweaty and striped with spunk. All her sisters and her mistress. Her new family.
“What is her name?” Carabe asked as Charlie settled herself down again.
“Sam.”
