Go for the nearest exit...

Deciding that it was best to keep moving Lara picked the nearest tunnel and started to run. The sound of chanting voices echoed after her into the darkness and rather than diminishing in volume they seemed to grow louder the further she went and the faster she ran.

It was hard work, in the darkness Lara could see hardly anything and she had to keep low for fear of hitting her head against the uneven roof. To make things worse the sand covered ground was becoming rough and painful to her bare feet. Once again she cursed her generous endowments as they bounced around uncomfortably and slapped against each other. "It's no good I can't keep this up.” Lara thought to herself.

Suddenly the ground disappeared from under her and she was falling, falling down, and down. Lara flailed desperately against the rocky walls, searching for a handhold to halt her rapid descent but as none could be found she could only pray for a soft landing... Her prayers were answered, Lara's fall ended abruptly as she splashed feet first into a deep pool. Kicking instinctively she broke the surface and gasped in a deep lungful of air and then made her way to the sandy shore. She now found the added buoyancy provided by her breasts to be quite helpful, especially since swimming with her hands tied together wasn't easy.

Water cascaded off her lithe body as Lara scrambled ashore and collapsed gasping onto the soft beach that surrounded the pool. Lying on her back she stared up at the cave roof far above her and tried to relax and wait for her heart and breathing to slow down. "Shit, I should have been more careful!” she scolded herself. "Now where am I?"