Yes, and something else

“Stop her!” Lara could hear Ariel shouting and the sound of shots being fired just as she reached the boat. Tossing Adam’s cock in front of her, Lara dove onto the deck of what turned out to be a sleek and powerful-looking runabout with not one, but two large outboard engines at the back.

Those engines would soon be shot full of holes unless Lara got a move on though, so with bullets whizzing through the air above, she hurried up to the console and unsheathed her knife. Getting the plastic away from underneath the steering wheel, Lara made use of another of the many skills she’d picked up over the years and hotwired the boat’s engines. One of them anyway, as the one closest to the shore had already taken a few critical hits as one group of gathered guards put down suppressing fire whilst another advanced towards the boat.

Without looking up from her crouched position, Lara floored the throttle and the boat tore free of its mooring and set off down the river.

Next to the wheel was a GPS-operated autohelm that had come to life along with the engines. With bullets still soaring past the boat, smacking into it or splashing into the water all around it, Lara laid out a series of waypoints that would see the boat make it halfway to the Gulf without her having to get it there.

With that done, and without pausing to catch her breath, Lara rummaged through the runabout, finding a small diving bag inside the equally small cabin and stuffing Adam’s cock inside it before tying its noose round one wrist. Then she waited.

Even with both engines running, the boat wouldn’t have been a very practical means of escape. It was too slow, too easy to track and Lara wasn’t really in the mood to go looking for underground rivers leading to Mexico City at the moment. Something else she wasn’t too keen was to go on the lamb in Mexico whilst naked and possessing little more than two guns and a prehistoric penis, however impressive it might be.

So after the boat had made it through the first turn in the river and was definitely out of view of anyone watching it from the top of Ariel’s compound, Lara slung her Uzi over one shoulder and made sure she had a good hold of the bag containing the nether triad. Then she jumped overboard and quickly swam to the shore on the other side of the river from where Ariel and her guards were while the runabout thundered on without her.

Hiding among the reeds, Lara didn’t have to wait long before a convoy of 4x4’s came racing along the shore on the other side, each of them packed with guards. Standing in one of the off-roaders and holding onto the roll-over bar was Ariel.

Once the convoy was out of sight as it continued its hunt for the driverless boat, Lara swam across the river, making sure to duck under the surface a few times both in case someone would come racing back the other way and to rinse her hair of all that semen.

Stepping out the river nude and clutching a loaded submachine gun, Lara only stopped to shake the water out of her weapon before setting off back towards the compound. It hadn’t been a long swim, but it had left her body largely washed clean of cum, and she was in too much of a hurry to consider how she felt about that.

Ten minutes later, Juan – who had only just come to after getting knocked out behind the boathouse – was lying on the ground listening to Felipe cursing with his arm in a rudimentary sling and a bullet still buried in his shoulder.

“I swear,” Felipe spat out whilst clutching a pistol in the hand attached to the arm that he could still use, “If I ever see that bitch again I’m gonna...”

WHACK! Felipe fell to the ground in a heap, revealing a naked woman behind him, holding the gun that she’d just driven into the back of his head.

“Aww shit...” Still very groggy and also unarmed, Juan could only groan as the intruder stepped in closer and knocked him out with a roundhouse kick to his other temple.

Aware that the weight of Adam’s cock and balls as they rested in the diving bag might throw off her aim if she had to fire at anyone, Lara sneaked through the portico towards the small side-gate through which she entered the compound the night before and was relieved to find it unlocked, with the key still in place. Perhaps she ought to leave a note telling Ariel to invest in some more observant and professional guards.

Slipping on her backpack after finding it where she’d dumped it in the high grass next to the gate, Lara headed back inside and dragged the two **** guards into the boathouse. From there she climbed upwards, onto the roof of the building and into the bunker.

Inside the bunker, Lara found a Heckler & Koch **** rifle – probably Mexican Army issue that had been “liberated” somehow – and some extra ammo for it. The ammo went into her backpack, as did the bag containing the nether triad. She spotted an extra top and a thong inside her pack, but didn’t think to stop to put them on.

Instead, Lara proceeded back down the ladder and began to make her way over towards the large building walled with sheets corrugated metal that sat positioned in the corner of the compound furthest from the pier. Along the way, using either her hands, her knife or the butt of her rifle, Lara dealt with another half-dozen guards that been left behind to hold the fort in Ariel’s absence.

The garage turned out to be devoid of any more off-roaders, but it did contain several road cars and a few dirt bikes. The trade-off between them was obvious, a road car would both offer cover and make the long drive to Mexico City faster, but a bike was both nimbler and much more suited for going off-road.