The Last Chance

Lara was sitting in fear on the floor and could hardly hear the men's arguing. She looked down her breasts - they were shiny from the jizz she poured on them accidentally. The liquid flew down in little creeks and dripped from her nipples, slowly after stretching in long slimystrings. Lara felt dizzy in disgust but did not dare to wipe her tits.

After a while the dispute was over; the leader walked to Lara and to her astonishment started to speak in English, though broken and with a heavy accent.. He was not loud but calm and stern and he made sure Lara knew she were better to take him seriously.

• These followers very important. They come far for ceremony - businessmans from Panjab. The ceremony is rare - one in five year only. You offended them. I high priest - I command. I make them forgive. But You must obey if no want to loose the perky bosom - he said, showing up the dagger, making clear what could happen in case of her refusal.

• And after it we lock You here until we set the ceremony. Now choose white lady and choose wise. No more fail possible in purify.

  Lara did not look up. Her thoughts rushed in her mind but she found all her ideas impracticable and for this reason her despair grew greater. She was even angry with herself.
  -"Why could I not gulp down that damned goo? It would be over for now.
  It was so viscous but... And now I must face some other, maybe worse harassment. How many times I swore to stay in England..."
  Looking at the wall instead of the monk she spotted an assemble of several objects fixed in the stone. Undoubtedly they were a kind of relics, among them was a nunchaku. Whereas its hilts formed penises it seemed totally functional.

• " A weapon! If I will be locked here for a while, as he told, I could take it. And with that... I don't think there are many firearms here except mines. With that nunchaku there is a chance to get
  them back and escape! Now baby, You must be strong, stronger than ever and do any filthy thing they want You to do. At least, it seems it will not be an actual ****, though... close. But there is no other choice. Let's go, he waits for my answer."

  • OK, I'll do it. Tell me what I have to do - yelled Lara.

• Good, lady. You must make now better rite because You make wrong the first. You must do them good feel with your hand until they give the precious matter in the chalice. Then I give You drink but now You must drink all and not make mess. And after , You lick it to last drop because You are the chosen maid. Must obey and behave - he sought
  the word - submissive. Your are bitch, and more wrong , You are infidel white bitch. This is why You here, to be cleaned. When go home west, will obedient woman . Or can even stay - choose good man in India and go his pardah .

  If Lara had heard this advise in other circumstances she would surely have laughed; an independent English noble lady with high degree in a harem! But now she was not in the position to make jokes on oriental macho life style.

• What is the name for white girl? - he asked.
• Lara...Croft - answered Lara, too surprised of the polite-like question to deny her identity. Glancing aside to the group of three she realised at once it was a mistake. One of them - a fat, sweating man - recognised her! Lara saw his contented smile filled with dirty pleasure. She had never been a cold-blooded killer but decided she'd finish up with him at the first chance.
• No right. What is the name? - asked the priest, shaking his head.
  Lara - the always so clever Lara- understood the question. She blushed -even after and before these terrible trials it was hard to say this.
• I...am...a bitch - claimed the once so proud Lara with tears in her eyes.

• Go on, make duty - said her capturer.

  Lara stood up, went towards the men and knelt before them. During this the priest stepped to the door and gave commands to somebody outside. Lara heard clearly only his last words in Urdu: "but quickly". Then he stepped behind Lara and gripped tightly her ponytail. Lara kept up the chalice with the remnants of its inside surface then took the first man's shaft with a trembling hand. The priest with his other hand started to massage the sperm into her
  breast's skin. Lara closed her eyes and started to stroke the cock..

• Open eyes - ordered the priest and she obeyed.

  She could keep her mind empty anyhow because - in spite of their sexual arousal - the first two men looked up the ceiling, taking their "sacred task" seriously. But it was far from the final degree of her humiliation. The fat man was the last in row. He was already
  erected and licked his thick smiling lips as Lara turned to him. And he spoke English - very well too.

• Uh, welcome Ms. Croft! I've heard about you much. I'm so glad to meet you personally. And it is the ultimate pleasure to get a,eer, how to say, performance by you. And who could believe all this about you?! A beautiful English noble lady and so... eager! - taunted the man. Parades with exposed jugs and wishes herself to be called...so what are you my dear Lara?
• I'm a bitch" - whispered Lara and hate burned her soul. It was almost impossible for her not to crush his shaft with full ****. Fortunately, the fat pig got so excited he came very soon. But
  he then took Lara's ponytail from the priest to his own grip and pulled her head closer. Lara's eyes opened wide in scare as he pressed the spermy tip of his penis to her lips.
• I think you would not mind to put it in your mouth for a while, bitch? I want you to take the whole in." Now not just her hands but her whole body was trembling from nausea. Lara opened her mouth and the fat bastard pulled forward her head and Lara could keep back her hot tears no longer. The softened penis filled up her mouth; her nose was buried in his pubic hair, her forehead on his fat belly. He pulled out his member on the priest's urging.

• Unfortunately, we are short in time honey, the show must go on. But before we finish, I'd like to see the famous Lara Croft giving me a few hard licks as sluts use to do." And Lara gave him the licks in silent submission. She pressed hard her tongue at his bulbb and licked up and down, getting it moist from her saliva. Then she felt that greasy material on her tongue, no doubt, the "businessman" did not care to wash his prick on the long journey. Lara had to swallow a big in order not give out everything and did not think about what she
  swallowed...

  The priest ordered her to stand up and stepped out the corridor. She tried to regain control on her will to finish the process, so she almost did not care the sweating fat guy grabbing and squeezing her left tit. His speech was more humiliating.

• You were simply great, Lara. I am sure we should repeat it sometime in the next future. But then it would be more joyful for both of us to let my load into your sweet mouth. Say, if you love my cock and want to swallow my jizz!
• I love...your cock...I want to swallow your jizz - answered apathically Lara, too tired to resist.

• I was sure of it! You are but a whore; I feel your excitement on your nipple - said he, very satisfied, mistaking the effect of cold air with his touch.

  The priest turned back from the doorway.
  Lara almost went blackout again, she would have liked to laugh and cry hysterically at the same time.
  -"How tricky - she thought - sure, a better rite, after I failed the first one! Your damned henchmen outside are really obedient and quick! How much humiliation should I bear? I jerked cocks, gave a blowjob, got soiled, claimed myself bitch! Why more, why?!...OK,
  calm down. It is almost over. It is two-three terrible minutes more and then I'll got my chance to strike back and escape. I am to be let alone, and then...but before, I must do it now, I can and I WILL...first the chalice"

  The priest brought the replacement material from his monks -
  he held a small shellac wooden bowl this time, a full one again but more than a whole pint in size! He gave it to Lara who stared at what her hands were holding, the greatest and most disgusting challenge of her life...