Lara follows the group, and a ritual begins

She looked back down the tunnel from which the group had arrived, and considered her options. Quickly looking around for something to free her bonds, and though there was rubble and broken stone around, she could not see a suitable sharp edge. She was nervous about following the men ahead of her while still tied as she was, but knew that she was not going to get anywhere just staying there.

Trying to keep the footfall of her boots as quiet as possible, Lara stealthily followed the glimmering lights and the sound of the singing ahead of her. The minutes passed and Lara became aware that, though the light was not clear enough, the tunnel along which was going along seemed to be going further and further into the base of the mountain. Suddenly she saw the torches quickly vanish from her sight. She hurried after them, turned a corner, but quickly stopped and caught her breath. She had nearly run over a ledge that circled a wide, open chamber. She stepped back into the shadow of the wall and looked around her.

To her right, she could see the men, with the pots and their quiet victim descending down a narrow flight of steps to her right. As the men put their torches into slots on the chamber's walls, she noticed carvings and lettering covering its four walls. She looked up and saw that the ceiling of the chamber vanish into darkness. The men were now all below her spread out in a circle. In the middle of the group lay the **** girl, her naked body laid out on a wooden table that only raised her just off the ground. Lara could see that the woman was unharmed, but there was something quite different about her. Thinking that the men could not see her, Lara stepped forward to the edge of the ledge high above the group and checked to see if what she noticed about the woman was correct. Across the woman's body were slightly glowing dashes of red ochre and gold. At first it looked like some sort of dye or paint, but it seemed to be rubbed too smoothly over the skin. Streaks of it were across the woman's stomach and legs, some of it was spattered, like spilt wine around her waist and along her sides.

By now the singing had stopped, and the men, all now wearing masks like her first assailant, started a low chant. It was a low murmur at first, and subtly different from her assailant's words. Lara felt herself entranced by the gentle rhythms of the voices below her. Among the sound of the men, she could start to hear the heavy breathing from the woman below her. The victim slowly stretched out her long body and started to move her wide hips from left to right in time to the chant of the men. Her lips parted and she let out a low moan. While she moved one hand up over her large firm breasts, she drew the other one down between her legs.

She raised her hips high from the ground, and gently drew one finger and then two up and down over her pussy. The men's chanting started to grow in volume. The men's chanting started to grow in volume as the woman's hand moved faster and faster. Her moans became faster and louder. Soon she was frantically plunging her fingers deep into her wet pussy. Lara stared on from high above. Something about the men's chanting and the woman's moaning had excited the explorer. She distinctly felt her pussy tingle, and the nipples of her large breasts harden in the excitement. The ritual below her was creating an atmosphere heavy with sex. Lara pulled at the ropes that tied her hands. She could feel the need to thrust her own hands between her legs, to relieve the heat within her.