The tale of Mandy and the Elixir

Lara stumbled forward. Her head was heavy and her vision blurred. "The hell she poured in me..." she hissed, as the ground seemed to move under feet. After a few moments, she came back to her senses to find herself walking behind the man in a dark corridor. Her head was still hurting, and she couldn't recall how long they had been walking. They entered a rather large room, dimly lit by a few dusty old lamps. There were no furniture to be seen except for a burgundy-red armchair in the middle of the room. Lara stopped at the room's entrance, as the man's voice echoed. "Do not worry, for as long as you stay with me, no one within these walls will dare to attempt at your security." He sat down, eyeing her intensively. "I knew you would come, Miss Croft. And I am glad you did not fail my expectations. It took but a persistent rumour to sparkle your interest in the Elixir of Youth, and I can understand this. You have much to preserve from the devastation of time." he concluded, with a gesture to her naked body.

Lara was used to such 'subtle' comments, especially those concerning her boobs. She didn't blush, nor did she break eye contact. Still, something in the back of her head was hurting, as if she had skipped a meal. "As I said earlier, Miss Croft, what you seek is not to be found here. And that is a shame, for I seek it too. I would have talked you into joining me in this quest, but I am afraid our goals are quite... irreconcilable. You desire it for the sheer accomplishment, and maybe in hope to stay young and beautiful for eternity. I, on the other hand, desire it for one thing: the power of life." A wild flame started to burn in the man's eye. "For, what greater power is there than life? What greater power is there than knowledge? Yes, knowledge, something even money cannot buy. What greater army than an army lead by a general who lived through centuries of conflict? What greater political ruler than a ruler who was there when the nation was founded, who was there as she grew and evolved, and who will still be there when it will collapse? Life! It is humanity's dream since the beginning of time! How do you call an immortal being? You call it: God!"

The flame died slowly, as he took over himself and continued his story. "The Elixir might not be here, but I know where it is. You might wonder why I do not go and get it myself; well, this is not a walk in the park. Yes, I am still strong, but I am old. I need someone who is not afraid to take risks; someone who dare to cheat **** for days on end to retrieve it for me. And that is why I thought about you, Miss Croft." Lara's vision blurred again; she lowered her head slightly and put her hand on her forehead. The man didn't seem overly surprised at her malaise; instead, he simply said: "Oh, forgive me for taking this long to get to the point. You understand that I could not simply ask you to do this for me, and I doubt threats of any kind would have won your participation. Therefore, I had to find a way to... enslave you, for lack of a better word, for the remaining of the expedition. And my good fortune wanted that the one who revealed the location of the Elixir would be the one providing the tool to ensnare your will. Yes, you know of whom I speak: Mandy." Lara raised her head. So that's why it seemed so important that she had swallowed her cum! And that was probably why she was starting to feel dizzy again...

"Mandy did not always bear that name, the man continued. Mandy was, at one time, known as Mary Bridget Calloway. She was the wife of an influential tradesman in Middle-America, in the actual country of Guatemala. She was also said to be of the most vile sort; in the small city where they lived, rumours spread like wild fire that she had slept with every man and woman of the surroundings; some rumours even hinted at intercourse with animals and monsters she summoned with spells. Her poor husband, tired of the constant mockery and humiliation, ordered that she'd be carried into the jungle and abandoned to the wild creatures. His servants carried out his orders and Mary Bridget Calloway past out of existence for many years. But two decades later, there were tales amongst the little people of a wild female creature, running through the trees and abducting the young and attractive women of both the city and the nearby peaceful tribes. She was said to be beautiful, granted with eternal youth; but though she was undoubtedly female, she was granted also with a cock, which was ever prone to stiffen and penetrate her prisoners. Her lust seemed unquenchable. Fortunately, a few women were saved shortly after being carried into the jungle. It soon became clear that when a women had been taken vaginally or anally, there was nothing to be afraid of. But those who had had their mouth filled with the female creature's semen, and especially those who had drunk it at the creature's request were now inhabited with a lustful spirit, always inclined to sexual fantasies." The man paused, as Lara sat down on the cold stone floor; her head seemed heavy to her, and she felt to heavy to stand.
He smiled. "Unfortunately, this legend was never taken seriously by the 'civilized' ones. It became not much more than fairy tales. But I went there, many, many years ago, in my youth. I went there and I did it: I trapped the female creature. I spent the rest of my life studying the exact effects of her semen; I spent years teaching her our language and learning all I could from her. Her mind is fixed on taking woman after woman, or to be taken by countless men, in one way or the other, by free will or by ****; her soul is bent on sex. Only one other thing disturbs her thoughts: the Elixir. The Elixir! She had found it, that's what granted her a lifespan of many centuries. But when she first found it, she drank too much... She drank, and drank, and drank, finding it ever refreshing and good; and her most vivid feelings became her only reasons to live. Sex was what she enjoyed, what she wanted, even in the midst of the jungle; sex became her life. She was longing for a man, for a cock to satisfy her; she was granted one. And now, she is longing for the Elixir. And you will go with her, Lara Croft. You will go with her, and bring me back the Elixir. I shall not make her mistakes, do not be afraid"

Lara tried to think. It was becoming harder and harder for her to keep up with the conversation. "And what is in all this for me? she asked, sweating and shivering at the same time, her back against the wall.
-You? Well, look at yourself, Lara." He pointed to her tits. Lara startled. Her own hands were buried between her breasts. She had been massaging them during his last few words. She looked in dismay as she grabbed one tit with each hand and pressed them together; her fingers ran to her nipples and stretched and pinched them; she started to wildly play with them as her heart started pounding hard and fast; it had never felt so good to touch herself! "Look at you, he said. You are now consumed by sexual desire. You drank what Mandy gave you to drink; you are now a **** to your sexual urges. And she is your master. But I know how to make it stop; I have studied the power of her cum for decades; bring me the Elixir, and I will cure you of your sexual fascination." Lara stared at him; her mind was bent on stopping her hands from moving, and she nearly succeeded as the man unzipped his pants. "Now come and quench your thirst." he said, sitting in his chair, as his stiffening cock emerged from his clothes. Lara felt she was going crazy; she wanted and did not want to touch herself, she wanted and did not want to take him in her mouth, she was starving for an orgasm yet did not want her pure excitation to be over. She awkwardly got on her knees, crawling slowly towards the middle of the room, when somebody opened a door in a remote corner. "Lara, meet Mandy... again... As you can see, we have already begun. She will gladly help you find the Elixir " he said to the newcomer. He winked at Lara. Mandy clearly didn't know she was supposed to steal the Elixir rather than merely help finding it again. Mandy stepped besides the chair, her formidable breasts exposed and her cock locked in a rock-hard erection. Lara's eyes went from cock to cock, and a part of her was revolted to see she was wondering which one would taste better. Mandy gazed at her, grinning; she bent over and grabbed her by the pony tail. "Let me help!" she said.