Showertime!

She heard Diana exit the door with a soft thud and heard some murmurings outside. Diana was probably telling her superiors about Lara.

For the moment, Lara decided to stay put. Diana seemed friendly enough, and it didn't seem like they were going to kill Lara just yet.

A few minutes later, the door clicked open, and the same girl who'd first seen Lara awake walked in. She was beautiful, with chocolate-brown skin, hazel hair and high, rosy cheekbones. She also wore nothing to cover her breasts. They were smaller than Lara's like that of a developing girl but still had a certain appeal. She looked a shade younger than Diana, but when Lara opened her mouth to ask her a question, she silenced her with a stone-cold glare.

She placed a makeshift stone table on Lara's lap and put a tray leaden with food on it, before hurrying out. Lara's stomach gave an audible grumble and the sight. There was a block of cheese, some berries and what looked like strips of meat, perfectly charred.

Lara sniffed the food first, looking for commonplace signs of poison. She knew the food's anatomy on the Isle would be RADICALLY different Earth's, but no harm in checking.

After Lara was satisfied there were no earthly poisons in the food, she ravenously tore in. It tasted incredible. The meat was tender, but the perfect chewiness, oozing with juicy flavour. The cheese was delightfully rich and creamy, and berries were like the perfect mix of a strawberry's sweetness, cranberry's tart and a blueberry's sourness.

Lara moaned as the juices of the meat and fruit ran down her chin. She dragged her tongue across her skin and lapped them up. God, this was delicious!

Lara was rudely interrupted from her food coma when someone entered the door. In walked a different woman- for she undoubtedly looked older. She was definitely fit and beautiful- Lara saw the abs she had on her, and her breasts were barely sagging, each pale one topped by a dark, creamy areola. But Lara saw traces of winkles and the weight of years of wisdom in her eyes.

"Are you done staring at my breasts?" The woman asked, unamused. Lara blushed and looked down at her food, but looked back up when a tinkling laugh escaped the woman.

"It is of no matter. Come, let's get you cleaned up." She said gently. She moved Lara's table and helped her out of the bed.

Lara quickly realised she was buck naked, and placed her left hand over her sex while this woman draped Lara's right arm over her muscled shoulders, supporting her weight. Both their breasts were almost touching.

"Diana tells me you have two name?" The woman inquired softly. Lara nodded.

"Y-yes. Lara is my birth name, and Croft..." Lara realised saying Croft was her father's surname probably wouldn't look good on her in the tribe of men-haters, so she settled for "It announces my... family name." She answered neutrally. The woman nodded. She helped Lara to the other side of the room, where there appeared to be a bathroom.

"Do you Amazans not announce family name?" Lara inquired.

"Oh no. Us Amazons are all family." She answered.

"And what may I address you as?" Lara inquired.

"I am Cassandra." She answered simply.

Cassandra let Lara leaned against the door before pushing the door of the bathroom open. It was surprisingly modern, albeit built entirely of stone. There was a toilet bowl, with a scrubber next to it, a basin with a tap mechanism and a massive bathtub carved into a block of marble, filled to the top with steaming water.

Lara stood at the edge, her hands touched the water and a shudder of pleasure passed through her. She tried to kick her leg up... and found that she couldn't move it. She gritted her teeth and tried again, but found that it just wouldn't work.

"Err... Cassandra? I might need some help!" Lara called out. She expected Cassandra to help her get her leg up, and was wholly surprised when she felt Cassandra sweep her off her feet and hold her bridal-style. Lara just had enough time to enjoy the slose-up view of Cassandra's loose breasts (God what was happening to her?) before Cassandra laid her out into the water.

The water enveloped Lara, seeping into her and relaxing the muscle tension and joints. Lara saw a fine cloud of dirt leave her body but couldn't care less. She was in bliss.

"Nice, no?" She heard Cassandra asked. Lara groaned in bliss, an apt response.

"Well I've left some soaps on the side here. Wash yourself, and then call me when you're done." Cassandra said. Lara heard the door shut and let out a mewl of pleasure, rolling around in the blissfully hot water and letting it soak into her skin.

She sat up and observed the soaps. They looked like the bars of soap you'd find in a hotel, except... purple. She sniffed one, and was hit with the overpowering scent of blissful lavender, but a hint of chamomile in it too.

Lara gently rubbed it across her grimy skin. It was smooth, and rolled across leaving purple trails that bubbled delightfully. Lara lathered up her torso, before dipping the bar down to her nether regions.

She let out a gasp of pleasure the moment her finger brushed her labia. She dropped the soap instinctively and stroked it one more time. Waves of bliss overcame her.

God, she hadn't masturbated in FOREVER. In her line of work, she had many lonely and dark nights. She couldn't switch on a light for fear of being seen so her companion would be her fingers, and a visual image of her last hookup- guy or girl. Many a night deep in some rainforest had been spent with her pumping her fingers in and out of her pussy, moaning wantonly.

She bit her lip and checked the door. She couldn't hear Cassandra anywhere... and Cassandra probably wouldn't intrude on her... right? Two sides of Lara's brain, lust and logic fought violently, but ultimately, lust came out on top.

She glanced worriedly one last time at the door before giving in to her primal inhibitions. She sunk into the water, her hand worming its way to her clit. Slowly, she began to rub it, massaging the puffy organ. She closed her eye and pictured her last hookup.

It was a threesome, her and two clients- wealthy American socialites by the names of Sean and Claire. They wanted to acquire an ancient Mayan inscribing for their private collection but things had taken a more... lustful turn.

"Oh... yes!" Lara moaned, sliding a finger in. In her mind's eye, she visualised Sean lapping her pussy while she wrestled tongues with the petite Claire. She slipped another finger in, moaning more.

"Oh, Sean baby! Yes!" Lara moaned, moving the finger in and out with increasingly faster tempo. She slipped a third finger in, now imagining Sean pumping his fat white cock in and out of her plump pussy, his arms splayed out and Claire egging him on from behind.

"Fuck yes! Harder Sean!" Lara moaned louder, her hips thrusting violently. She lost herself in her mind's eye for a moment, blanking out while her hands moved on autopilot, the other one cupping her vast bosom- but when she opened her eyes- Sean and Claire weren't there.

It was a girl with crimson hair, a playful smirk on her face as she pumped her cock in and out of Lara, her hand reaching down to grab her tit.

"Ohhh Diana!" Lara cried out. By now she had practically slipped a whole hand in her pussy, ploughing it in and out. She didn't know where the thought of the Amazon babe with a dick came from but... something about it just seemed so... right?

"Ah fuck Diana! Harder!" Lara moaned, her hips bucking wildly. Water splashed around her, dipping into her open mouth but Lara didn't care, lost in the throes of pleasure and masturbation. In her mind's eye, she saw the redhead thrust harder, with more ****. Lara groaned as she began fisting herself, moaning loudly.

She felt a tight tension build up in core.

"Diana! I'm gonna cum!" Lara cried out passionately, before she let the tension out in an earth-shattering orgasm that sent her body into a fit of shaking as creamy white liquid spurted from her insides, tainting the once-clear hot water.

"DIANA!" Lara cried out, before her body relaxed it self. Lara moaned again, her body out of breath. She gently rubbed a hand around her weakly spasming clit, soothing the stressed organ before blearily opening her eyes... and seeing a shell-shocked Cassandra, holding a plush towel in front of her... and drops of white liquid splashed across her nubile top.