Lara makes use of a delicious distraction and frees herself

“Sturmbannführer von Sterbe!” Just as the man put his hand on the trigger and aimed the pistol at Lara's toned stomach, she was saved by the appearance of a tall, leggy and rather statuesque blonde at the mouth of the staircase, “There's an intruder!”

Like the others, she wore a black SS-uniform, although it looked like she'd had to squeeze awfully hard to get into hers, and those four-inch heels on her boots probably weren't regulation either.

“What, another one?” von Sterbe appeared flabbergasted, right before gunshots could be heard above, followed in turn by terrified screams and yet more rapid gunfire. Then, the unmistakable roar of an engine could be heard too.

“Well don't just stand there,” Barking at his men while the blonde drew nearer, von Sterbe looked to have at least temporarily forgotten about shooting Lara in the spleen, “Take care of it!”

“Jawohl, herr Sturmbannführer!” Responding quickly and with some snappy heiling, eight of the men started moving towards the stairs, their MP38 submachine guns – they must have robbed some reenactors or a museum in order to get their hands on all their era-correct gear – started to advance upon the staircase.

“Ahhh!” The first man to reach the mouth of the stairs cried out, a fraction of a second before he was run over by the heavy motorbike that came shooting out into the chamber, its rider jumping off just as it flew off the platform and spinning nimbly round the nearest pillar to get his feet back onto solid ground while the motorbike slammed into the chamber's floor and crashed into three of the Nazi goons, carrying them with it on its way to slamming into the wall on the other end of the chamber.

Ignoring the Nazis being turned into collections of crushed bone and mushy flesh by the runaway motorbike, Lara instead turned her attention towards the newcomer. Despite herself and her current situation, there was only one thought that popped up in Lara's head during the precious few seconds in which the man stood still and silent up there, and that thought was “Woof!”. Clad in tight beige trousers and a green shirt with the top couple of buttons missing, the man looked like David Niven, only hunkier.

“Scheisse! Not you again!” von Sterbe cried out in disgust, failing once more to compose himself.
“Ah but it is me, you Nazi nincompoop!” The man's voice was the clipped, buoyant one of an Englishman in open defiance of tyranny, and his reply was delivered just as the freshly crashed motorcycle started to burn.

Figuring that the action was about to start – and knowing which side she was on in the choice between a deliciously handsome Englishman and a sadistic German Nazi – Lara struck out with her left leg to kick the nearest goon in the gonads, and slipped her right hand free at the same time.
Snatching the groaning SS-soldier's submachine gun out of the air with her free hand, Lara delivered a three-round burst straight into the chest of the second nearest one.

“Ach, a dolchstoss! You bitch!” von Sterbe roared, and aimed his gun at Lara, who climbed up of the floor with one leg against the wall behind her and then threw herself to her left in order to avoid the four rapid shots that von Sterbe fired at her. Happily, his aiming was disturbed somewhat by the newcomer starting up with the submachine gun that he had requisitioned from their foes, and soon the leader of the Nazis was bolting for what cover there was, bolting in a line across the chamber to get in behind the pillars lined up a couple yards in front of the wall running down its left side, on the opposite side from Lara.

At the bottom of the stairs, the blonde vixen had taken up a position on the left, and was showering the platform with fire from her MG34 machine gun, forcing the newcomer to take cover behind the pillar, although he was free to depose of the two SS-men who tried to rush him from the right with a pair of well-aimed bursts.

Slipping her left hand free too, Lara threw herself onto the floor, the smooth, full globes of her ass rising up behind her as she got the blonde's attention by firing at her. Unfortunately, she fired a little too soon, before she'd gotten her elbows properly stabilized against the ground, and so just missed the blonde's head. Consequently, the blonde made a 90-degree turn and started firing at Lara, who rolled in behind the nearest pillar.

The newcomer made use of the blonde's distraction by leaping off the platform and gunning down two more Nazi henchmen on his way in amongst the pillars on Lara's side of the room. As she got up on her feet, Lara saw him get in there, about fifty yards away, but then she was distracted by a black-clad Nazi jumping out in front of her while the sound of gunshots was suddenly silenced.

“Damn!” Lara cried out, as another man jumped her from behind and grabbed her arms, forcing her to let go of the submachine gun.

Seeing a woman under attack, the newcomer valiantly charged forwards, running along the inside of the pillars and ignoring the fact that the blonde, von Sterbe and two SS-men were all firing at him.

“Attack a defenceless woman, would you? Why, I ought to...” Just as he got up behind the first man, the newcomer was interrupted by Lara kicking the first man in the knee, then jerking to her left and driving her elbow up into the second man's larynx, leaving him to make a guttural noise as he toppled backwards and started asphyxiating, then finally returned her attention to the first goon, who got a punch right to the solar plexus, followed by two matching chops to the side of his throat. Before the first man had had time to drop his submachine gun as he keeled over in pain, Lara had snatched it from his grasp and levelled it at the three SS-men who had been planning to back up their two comrades.

“My mistake...” The newcomer offered, graciously, after Lara had cut down the trio with a long, horizontal burst.

“Verdammt! Pull back! Schnell! Schnell!” von Sterbe didn't seem too pleased with the turn his life had turned as he led the pitiful remainder of his men towards the stairs while the blonde covered them by reversing her way after them whilst blasting away at Lara and the newcomer with her machine gun.

Jumping out from behind the pillars, Lara and the newcomer both fired bursts at the staircase, but the blonde had already disappeared from view, hot on the heels of her leader.

“So... Ah...” Turning to face Lara, the newcomer appeared pretty stumped by her appearance, trying especially not to glance at her tits filling out her wet, clingy top. Shutting up, he leaned the submachine gun across his right shoulder and scratched the back of his head with his left hand.
When it twitched a few seconds later, the long, thick bulge running down the inside of the man's right thigh got Lara's attention, and instantly she heard herself let out a hushed “Good lord...” upon realizing that apart from being dashing and valiant, her new acquaintance was hung like a horse. A strapping great big stallion of a horse. Now probably wasn't the time to slip a hand down there and check, but she was pretty sure that seeing him up close had made goosebumps form along the entire length of her vaginal mound.

“I suppose... We probably should... I'm Sterling Pound,” the newcomer ceased being hypnotized by Lara's eyes narrowing and her pearly teeth chewing on her plump lip for long enough to dispense with the introductions.

“Lara Croft,” Without having to think about it, Lara was purring seductively. Sterling Pound? Even his name sounded like he ought to go around dressed in the Union Jack. Preferably that and that alone, and wearing it as a cape.

“I'm delighted, Miss Croft...”

“Lara...” Lara insisted.

“Lara,” Sterling offered her a warm smile, and seemed to be recovering from the shock of meeting her, “But perhaps we ought to get going?”

“Oh, right. The Nazis...” Glancing towards the dead Nazis to her left, Lara remembered where she was. Which reminded her...

“Sterling,” Struggling to ignore the conspicuous warmth and wetness between her legs, Lara felt there was something she really ought to take care of, “I was out cold for a bit. Could you tell me the date?”

“My pleasure, Lara,” Sterling smiled with teeth so white they could probably cause snow blindness, “It's June 14th.”

“And the year?”

“Why, it's 1938.”

“Right.” Lara turned towards the spot where she'd been tied to the wall, “Let me just get my gear.”