To escape, ASAP

Without hesitation, Lara began to move straight across Ariel’s library, her naked feet carrying her towards the door at the end of it and the speed with which she moved causing droplets of sperm to rain off her.

Stopping by the door, she strapped the sheathed knife back onto the outside of her left thigh and the arm pack round her right arm. Since she couldn’t really think of any place upon her person fit to store Adam’s cock whilst escaping the compound of an angry, murderous woman who knew she was very much on the loose and trying to get out of there, Lara simply held onto it with her left hand. Despite having regained her composure by quite some margin during the course of carrying out the ritual correctly, merely feeling her fingers curled round the thick shaft of that jade cock while it filled the palm of her hand was enough to get her juices flowing all over again.

Still, that didn’t distract her too much, as evidenced by the speed with which she reacted to finding herself practically stumbling into a patrolling guard upon exiting Ariel’s library. Before the burly but surprised man had had a chance to react, she’d rammed her left elbow right into his face, followed up on it with a quick jab to his throat with her right fist, and finished off by punching him right in the solar plexus. Stumbling backwards while gasping hard for air, the guard tripped and fell onto his back, and was still struggling for breath when Lara descended upon and proceeded to knock him.

Knowing full well that the sound of the guard hitting the floor like a proverbial sack of potatoes would most likely alert the other guards even if they hadn’t heard the faint sounds of screaming and gunfire as she escaped the chamber below, Lara rushed to strip the guard of his holster and was equally effective in getting it strapped round her right thigh. Now armed with a firearm again, Lara set off down the corridor.

“Stop!” Before she’d heard the shouted order as she reached the top of the staircase that the corridor opened up into after a few dozen feet, Lara was drawing her new pistol. It was a Colt .45 automatic, so seven rounds was probably all she had to play with. One of them ended up in the head guard of the trio that had been coming up the stairs, sending him falling backwards and his two mates diving for cover.

Lara didn’t stop, instead continuing on through the corridor on the other end of the landing. Hearing shouts and the odd shot coming from behind her, she was grateful for the lucky break that came in the form of an open window.

After a quick glance to check that she wasn’t about to jump right into the open courtyard, but rather about to descend down a sloping, tiled roof. Nimbly getting one foot up onto the window sill, Lara sprang out onto the roof and kept going, ducking out from in front of the window right before a bullet came flying through it as the two guards from behind came charging after her down the corridor.

“Halt!” Ariel’s guards really weren’t too bright, judging from how they kept shouting at her instead of just shooting at her. Either way, the rifle-wielding guard manning the bunker on top of the boathouse didn’t get a chance to raise his weapon before a shot from Lara sent him ducking for cover. Five rounds left, at most.

Reaching the bottom of the roof, Lara jumped off it and grunted from the impact of her feet against the ground. The girth of Adam’s cock nearly caused it to slip from her grasp upon landing, but she held on and kept going forwards.

Shielded for now from her pursuers by the roof, Lara set off at a sprint, heading straight for the boathouse and judging the correct moment in which to spin round one-eighty degrees, much to the disappointment of the guard waiting in the window, who screamed and disappeared from view as Lara put a bullet in his chest. Make that four.

Next, Lara dropped to the ground, only just rolling out of the path of the bullet that the reappeared guard on top of the bunker had sent her way. With sand becoming stuck to her cum-covered body and her equally drenched hair, Lara got onto her back, ignoring the jiggling of her huge, unsupported tits that this provoked, and squeezed off a shot before the guard had had a chance to adjust his aim.

The guard wouldn’t be killed from the .45 slug hitting his right foot. However, the fall that followed him losing his footing after being shot and the ensuing belly flop straight into the ground just might. Either way, Lara was already on the move again, very much aware of the second guard upstairs appearing in the window. A quick shot made him dive for cover again, but it also meant that she only had two left.

Just as she reached the boathouse and used it to shield herself from the guards inside and around the main building, another guard jumped out from behind the short side wall facing the river. That was a nasty surprise, as was the Uzi that he was now hurrying to aim at her.

Nastier still was the “Click!” that followed her yanking back the trigger of her pistol. Realizing that it had jammed, she tossed it right at the guard, making him duck out of its way and giving her the time to lean forwards and charge while simultaneously avoiding the accidental burst of 9mm that the guard drilled into the wall of the boathouse.

When he had woke that morning, the guard probably hadn’t thought his day would involve him being charged by a nude, buxom woman dripping with sperm. Or that he’d be knocked **** by taking a jade dildo to the temple.

Squatting down next to the lifeless guard, Lara relieved him both of the Colt he kept shoved down the front of his trousers as if he enjoyed taking the risk of an accidental discharge turning him into a eunuch and his Uzi. The pistol ended up in her holster and the submachine gun in her right hand. It had better range and a bigger magazine than a pistol, but firing it one-handed was going to be a bitch. Still, she had it and she managed to find an extra magazine sticking out of the guard’s left trouser pocket, which soon was tucked inside the strap running round her left thigh holding her knife in place.

Just like Lara had hoped, the long descent through the tunnel had taken quite some time, meaning that she’d arrived at the entrance to the tunnel before the guards and Ariel did. Although not by any large margin, as evidenced by a few shadowy figures appearing in the tunnel mere seconds after Lara had dropped down on her haunches next to the entrance and taken a two-handed grasp of the Uzi.

With the switch set on auto, Lara squeezed the trigger and kept it squeezed, emptying the entire magazine in the direction of the oncoming guards. Over the sounds of men screaming in pain, surprise and anger from inside, she then changed to her second and last magazine, grabbed the nether triad and was on the move again, rushing straight for the boat and making the most of the time that her surprise attack had bought her.

Of course, she still didn’t know if the boat at the end of pier had a motor or not.