A boat arrives

With a loud creaking sound, the gate blocking access from the river began to open, and Lara could now spot lights approaching across the water, while the hum of an engine grew louder.

It was a boat coming in to dock!

Acting quickly, Lara dragged Javier into the other boat, squatting down next to him, her carbine loaded and ready, her backpack slung over her back, but she figured that she didn't have time to get dressed.

The other boat drove into the boathouse now, halting side-by-side to the boat that Lara was hiding in, she could hear two men moving and talking on it. "Sancho, you go tell miss Franzone we're here, I'll stay here and watch the girl!"

"Okay Antonio, but don't do anything funny with her, you know what'll happen then amigo; Mistress will demand your cojones on a sling!”

Damn, Lara thought to herself, there was someone onboard that boat who apparently was important to Franzone, and soon this boathouse would be swarming with guards, who would not fail to notice a voluptuous, naked intruder hiding in an open boat, next to their equally naked comrade. And judging from the distance of their voices, the two men were relatively close between, she could easily mow them down…

She cocked the gun, rose up on her feet, and fired first at the man standing behind the wheel, hitting him with three rounds in the chest, then at his comrade, whose spurt towards the door was cut off by a well-placed burst from Lara.

Moving fast, Lara jumped over the rail to the other boat, an elderly ship, it’s open steering cabin placed near the stern, behind a covered living compartment, dumped the man who had dropped over the wheel overboard, and put the engine on reverse, quickly leaving the boathouse and mansion behind her, gyrating the boat just outside the small wooden building, and took off down the river, leaving the wail of a bullhorn alarm behind her, along with the flashes of light that arose when one or two onrushing guards fired into the darkness, hoping to hit the departing boat.

Seeing that the river was fairly wide and straight at the moment, Lara decided to leave the wheel and go see who the girl she had liberated was. Entering the cabin, she could see a hooded, tied-up figure placed in a sofa along the portside, but the pitiful light produced by the moon shining in through the small windows made it impossible to see more of her. After a short moment searching, Lara found the switch, instantly illuminating the cabin, revealing the shape of the shadowy figure: it would seem that the guards were rather wrong when calling her a girl, she definitely had the body of a woman.

Firm, sensual legs encased in black, stiletto-healed leather boots, a pair of very skimpy jean shorts, a tight white top showing a lot of her ample bosom, a fit stomach beneath it, and a unbuttonend olive-drab army shirt.

“Who’s there?” Shot out from under the hood which was placed over the woman’s head, the voice that spoke had a slight German accent, and the tone of speech was remarkably controlled, considering the position its owner was in. The voice caused Lara’s pussy to dampen slightly.

“Damn! I’ve become so randy lately! Better find the stones so I can put an end to this.” Lara thought as she stopped her right hand from trailing down to her crotch.
“Just somebody who’s wondering what you’re doing here, that’s all.”

“Look, I can’t tell you more than that crazy bitch wants something that belongs to me, that’s all. Now, could you please untie me!?” The woman held out her bound hands to Lara.

“My god! You possess another stone of Adam!”

“Not quite, I know where to find it. Untie me and I’ll tell you!”

Lara tore the hood off, finding herself looking at an extremely attractive woman, definitely in Lara’s league, with clear blue eyes and shoulder-long blonde air. She quickly realized that there must quite a bit of lust shining through as she gazed on the other woman, but she could swear that the German was returning it.

“Thank you.” The woman said with a calmer voice, as Lara untied her hands. “My name is Nicole von Stauffenberg, the rightful owner of Adam’s head, though it’s not in my possession yet. And you must be Lara Croft, am I correct?”

“Yes, I hear you’ve done your homework. I’m sorry if my appearance offends you.” Lara motioned at her nudity, which she had to admit was a rather pleasing outfit, she could definitely make it into a standard, if she just adjusted herself to moving with her bosom unsupported.

“Not at all, I rather like it.” Nicole answered, her eyes fixated on Lara’s damp crotch. Their growing lust for each other was cut short by the approaching roar of another boat.

“Damn! It must be the other boat at the mansion!” Lara said, and cursed herself for not sabotaging it.

“Do you have a rifle?” Nicole asked, the cold calmness returning to her voice.

“Yes, by the steering wheel.”

“Good, then you steer and I shoot.”

As said and done, the two moved with utmost urgency to the stern, a look of grim determination dominating Nicole’s face as she steadied the rifle against the rail, as the other boat came closer. Glancing back, Lara could make out at least half a dozen guards. With one rifle, and one and a half clip to that, plus a handgun, carried by the former driver of their boat, between them, Lara felt that she and Nicole wouldn’t stand a chance in any firefight of length, she would have to shake them off, if possible ram them up a reef.