Lara and the Gates of Tindalos

(Trouble in Strange Places)

Foreword
This story was initially intended to be loosely based on the background of Max Wildeers “Lara in
Trouble” and “Gatekeeper” animation series, borrowing from events and characters thereof with
Max’s permission. I strongly recommend checking out his animation work and to support him if you
like it..

While I discussed this with Max, we played a few ideas back and forth and in the end the connection
to his animation and own background ideas became far closer than I intended at first. As our ideas
matched quite well, I decided to write this more as a “companion piece” to Max’s series. So if I e.g.
describe any flashbacks in the story there is potential that you have visuals available in the form of
Max’s animations.

The story itself is of course pure fiction and borrows from Lara Croft's background as well as the
Lovecraft universe and mythos (I used the Call of Cthulhu material from Chaosium as well as a few
books and stories for reference). I apologize for any typos or grammatical quirks - I’ll try to correct
and adapt the story as it develops.

Note: This story caters to various tastes, con, non-con, monster and other - if you are not into these
things you have been warned. ;)

Constructive feedback is always welcome, you can find me lurking around Max’s Discord frequently.

Hope you enjoy it - Waahnubis, 2021

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 Dramatis Personae
Protagonists and Associates
Lara Croft British Explorer and Adventurer
Jacob Fuller Broker and agent for Laras expeditions
Jefferson Butler of Croft manor
Sheva Alomar Old acquaintance and recent rescuer of Lara

Trinity Personel
Greta von Klausen Nemesis of Lara, competitor
(aka “Puppy Trainer”)
Fenris Alpha of Greta's “puppies”
Narvi Puppy of Greta
Varric Puppy of Greta

Persons of Interest
Achak Old Shaman of the Abenaki

Other Entities
Mh'ithrha Arch Lord of Tindalos, Outer God
Yog-Sothoth Arch-Enemy of Mh'ithrha, Outer God

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 Prologue
(Two weeks ago)
Jefferson was standing at the kitchen counter, watching the housemaid applying the final touches to
the breakfast tray for his employer. Everything was arranged as to his specifications which he
acknowledged with a slight approving nod - once the maid was finished he put the morning paper on
the tray and carried it out of the kitchen. “Art robbery in London natural museum” was the headline
that he could make out while moving through the main hall and up the wide stairs on his way to the
master bedroom. “Art robbery”, he pondered, Lady Croft had been very interested in native
American artifacts lately. Obsessed would be the better word he mused, it was not three days ago
that he found Lady Croft asleep in her study, slumped over a pile of newspaper articles from all over
the world reporting break ins and thefts of native American art. It was not his place to question the
Lady of the house, but he couldn’t help to wonder whatever happened on her last expedition - she
came back… changed for lack of a better word. Jacob, her long time travelling companion and
expedition broker brought her back about two months ago. She had been rather quiet for the first
week, then suddenly acted like nothing had happened and spent hours after hours in her fathers old
library reading old tomes and launching inquiries all over the archaeological community and into
some more obscure circles.
He reached the first floor and passed the Study, the door was half open and he got a good view of
the large wooden desk of Lady Croft. Books and papers were sprawled all over the desk and the
artifact that she brought back from her last expedition was resting on a small cushion on the side of
the desk. He never liked that particular piece - from all the artifacts in this house this one gave him a
profound feeling of “wrongness”. It just looked like an ornate oversized egg, but everytime he
looked next to the artifact he thought that it started glowing green and shifted angles - but
everything was normal again once he looked at it directly. He shrugged the feeling off and continued
to the master bedroom. Muffled sounds were barely audible through the great wooden door, it
seemed like Lady Croft was plagued by another nightmare which she had quite often since her
return. He balanced the tray on one hand and knocked at the door.

She was back at the cell and everything was as she remembered. The desk, the tools - everything -
down to the damp smell in the air and the faint rumbling of an air filter in the labyrinth of the many
corridors. She let her eyes wander from the floor to the chains on the ceiling and back, until her gaze
rested on the machine that still stood in the shadowy corner to her right. Slowly she entered the cell
and approached the machine, lifting her arm and running her fingers over the cold metal, stopping
right before reaching the rubbery dog-shaped dildo that was attached at the end of it. “In the end
you will enjoy it and beg me for it…” - the words of that blonde bitch echoing in her mind. Puppy
Trainer - what a stupid nickname, anger flared up deep inside her. Next time she met Greta she
would… her train of thought was abruptly interrupted as her fingers touched the material of the
dildo. It felt soft and strangely warm to the touch and awoke a familiar feeling deep within Lara - a
silent hunger that was always there at the back of her mind since her last adventure. She felt a
tingling sensation that started at the back of her head, ran down her spine and ended right above
her crotch. Her heartbeat quickened and she started drawing long breaths - the cell felt much
warmer than just seconds before. “What the hell is wrong with me?'' she wondered, thinking back at

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her experience in this cell and the ordeal that she had to endure at the hands of her captors. Her
recollection of the events stopped, as the realization that she had started to unconsciously stroke
the dildo the whole time hit her like the shockwave of a grenade - “Fuck!” she screamed a few times
into the empty cell, letting go of the artificial cock and kicking the machine multiple times in anger.
The cell fell silent once more as Lara tried to make sense of her inner turmoil - they tried to break
her using that machine and overloading her senses with pleasure. ​She ​tried to break her and make
her a willful slave to her perversions. And, for a time, they had succeeded...
She looked at the machine again and a strange determination filled her - “I’ll show you who’s in
control here now” she spoke into the emptiness and started rummaging through the shelves and
cupboards until she found the large flask of lube that Greta had always used on her. “I’m in control!”
she exclaimed while rushing back to the machine and applying the lube to the dildo. A strange
urgency and need had started to fill her, clouding the rest of her thoughts. Her whole world seemed
to have shrunk to the size of this cell. She tossed the flask aside, removed her gun holster and slid off
her pants and underwear before seating herself in the large chair directly opposite of the machine.
Looking directly at the tip of the huge dildo she pulled her top over her head, exposing her large
breasts to the cold air of the cell. Her nipples grew hard in the cold air, Lara started massaging one of
her breasts with one hand while parting her legs and slowly starting to rub her clit with the other.
She felt her own arousal increasing while rubbing her clit and kneading her nipple between two
fingers, still not once breaking eye contact to the machine mounted cock that silently seemed to
beckon her. “We have you here now and all lubed up, would be a shame not to use you” she said
playfully while reaching for the machine controls that were just within her reach. Lara repositioned
herself in the chair, spreading her legs further apart so that her pussy now lined up perfectly to the
machine. Taking one more deep breath she pushed the control and, with a strangely liberating
feeling, activated it.
A familiar humming started to permeate the cell as the machine started to spin up and the gears
slowly started to move. The dog shaped cock retracted at first before the machine reached the
turning point and slowly started to move it in Laras direction. She bit her lip in anticipation and
spread her outer pussy lips with her fingers to welcome it into her. When the tip of the cock reached
her pussy she felt a familiar pressure sensation as the thick dildo tried to push its way into her - she
let out a gratifying moan as the tip made it through her outer walls and the machine continued to
push it in all the way until only the thick knot was still outside. That was the point where the
machine’s wheel turned again and slowly started to pull the dildo out of her. Lara sunk deeper into
the chair and pushed her pelvis into the direction of the machine, making sure that the dildo
wouldn’t glide out until the machine reached its turning point again. Settling into a comfortable
position she waited for a few turns until she got accustomed to the size of the cock and the rhythm
of the machine before reaching for the controls again and increasing the setting another two levels.
The machine noises increased and the dildo was now pounding her welcoming pussy at a relentless
speed. Her moans mixed with the rumbling of the machine and the squishy noises of the dildo
wrecking her overflowing pussy. Lara was in pure bliss, electrifying shocks running through every
nerve in her body - but still, something was missing. She was on the edge the whole time but
somehow couldn’t reach her climax - regardless how hard she tried pinching her nipples and rubbing
her most sensitive spot. After a few minutes she let out a loud gasp that was a mixture of pleasure
and pure frustration while she hit the controls of the machine once again, reducing it again to the
slowest speed. Her body was glistening with sweat and she was panting heavily, her mind and body
still strained and yearning for release. Frustrated she looked at the controls noticing the last button

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on the panel. Someone had written “Knot her” in crude handwriting besides it - reading this brought
that strange tingling sensation back to the surface of her thoughts. Then she remembered... she
remembered the time in the cell tied to the floor, the time it went fully in. With every cell in her
body in heat and screaming at her, she didn’t really think - with determination in her eyes she
pushed the last button on the panel and looked back at the machine.
The machine had stopped and was slowly retracting its arm until only the tip of the dog shaped cock
still resided in her pussy. As expected the machine arm adjusted its height and angle and slowly
started pushing forward again - only this time it didn’t stop at the knot. Lara felt the pressure on her
pussy increasing as the knot forced its way into her, giving her that feeling of fullness that her body
was craving. She could feel her orgasm building up like the eruption of a volcano, pressure building,
heat increasing until she finally…
“I told you, you would like it in the end…” - Greta emerged from the shadows with an evil smile on
her face. Behind her the darkness came alive and Lara could see a shapeless black mass that had
tentacle-like appendages that surrounded the Puppy Trainer like a dark cloak. The whole scene
emanated pure evil and the lust that Lara was feeling just seconds ago was replaced by gut wrecking
feelings of pure terror. Lara was thrashing in her chair trying to free herself from the cock that was
still buried deep inside her. She wanted to get up and scream at that bitch on top of her lungs but no
sound came out of her mouth. Her nemesis took a step forward, darkness crawling closer with every
step. Suddenly Greta knocked on the table and said in a familiar male voice “Breakfast mylady?”.
Finally the paralysis broke and Lara started screaming on top of her lungs…

“Noooooooo…” was the horrified scream that greeted Jefferson when he opened the door to the
master bedroom. His mistress sitting upright in her large bed breathing heavily and staring at him
like she’d just seen a ghost. Her hair was a mess, sticking to her face and her upper body was
covered with sweat - apparently Lady Croft just had another nightmare. “Breakfast mylady?” he
repeated his question with no better answer than the first time, trying very hard not to stare at the
erect nipples of his employer that were clearly visible through her wet tank top. He put the tray on
the side desk and started opening the curtains to let the sunlight into the room. “It is a beautiful
morning Lady Croft” Jefferson said, while opening one of the smaller windows to let in a breeze of
fresh air. “Are you alright my lady?” he asked in a more concerned voice now - this finally managed
to go through as Lara slowly turned her head towards him and said “I’m ok Jefferson, thank you, I
just had a very vivid dream”. Jefferson pondered the situation for a second, “May I suggest taking a
shower first to freshen up and wash away the bad dream? I can keep the breakfast warm and serve
it in the library once you are ready?”. Laras face brightened, “You always have the best ideas
Jefferson - let’s do that”. With newfound energy she jumped out of bed and made her way to the
adjacent bathroom, “please just have a look at the mailbox, I am awaiting an early express delivery”.
Jefferson called on all his training as a butler to keep a neutral face as the Lady of the house made
her way to the bathroom wearing just a wet tanktop and a small thong. The bathroom door closed
and Jefferson let out a quiet sigh, he picked up the tray again, quietly left the master bedroom and
made his way back to the kitchen.

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Lara stood in front of the large mirror in her private bathroom - looking at her reflection. “I look like
shit” she thought, strands of wet hair sticking to the side of her face and on her neck. Her thong was
soaked by her juices and her sweaty top was sticking to her boobs. Did Jefferson notice? She started
laughing, somehow amused about the potential effect she may have had on her butler - but still, the
forced laughter could not rid her of that feeling of dread that still lingered from her nightmare. She
had quite a few of those lately, some bizarre, some more erotic and some even what others may
consider unnatural. Lara got rid of her clothes, tossed them into a basket and stepped into the
shower.
Steam filled the cabin, a steady flow of water was pouring over her head and down her body. Her
gaze was fixed on the drain where the hot water was vanishing in circles into a dark hole. She closed
her eyes, the view of that drain suddenly making her uncomfortable as her thoughts returned to the
dream she just had. While soaping and rubbing her body she thought of the machine again, trying to
summon back that yearning that she was feeling in her dream. But it was of no use - the picture of
Greta and that black whirling mass kept her from getting into the right mood again, it seemed like
she would not find release in the waking world either this morning. Somewhat frustrated she
finished her shower, freshened up and, with a fresh set of clothes, went to the library.

Jefferson had served the breakfast in the library and also brought the package she was waiting for
that just arrived minutes earlier. “At least this seems to work as planned” she thought while taking a
sip of coffee. She opened the envelope and quickly looked at the contents before unfolding the
letter that was included - she raised an eyebrow as it was handwritten in a very elegant style.

“​Dear Lady Croft,

please understand that it took me a great deal of consideration whether or not to answer your
inquiry. In the end I decided to honor your request as I do owe you family, specifically your deceased
father, a great deal of gratitude. But please be aware that I consider my obligations fulfilled by
sending you the items and information that you requested.
You see, I have struggled for a long time to be accepted in the archeological community here at the
university - the exploits of my grandfather are unfortunately not forgotten and my name made it
difficult to be taken seriously for a long time. I cannot allow myself to be connected to the questions
that you seek answers for, not even by the slightest allegation. You may make use of the items as you
see fit, I will deny ever having them in my possession. I enclosed the notes from my grandfather and
the book as asked.

May these things help you uncover the truths that you seek - but please heed my warning, there are
things out there that should better be left alone.

I wish you all the best

Lara put the letter aside and looked at the other contents of the package - a small leather bound
notebook, an ancient tome where the pages had turned grey from time, moisture and mold. Finally

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she unwrapped the last item - a small silver rod covered with strange markings that had a small
wolf's head on one end and different sized pins sticking out of the rod on the other. She picked it up
and turned it in her hand. “Finally…” she said to herself, finally she found the key. The key to the
gates of Tindalos.

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 Chapter 1 - Preparations
(present day)
Jefferson oversaw the loading of Lady Croft’s belongings into the van while she was inside and talked
to Jacob about the last details of her upcoming trip. Jefferson saw the silhouette of Lady Croft pacing
back and forth behind the great window of the library.
“I told you I thought this through!” Lara stated angrily to Jacob who was leaning against the large
desk in the library, “I am well prepared, the local contact checked out and there is no indication that
Trinity is aware of my plans!”. Jacob just looked at her with a concerned expression on his face. “I
still think it is too early, Lara - you haven’t really recovered from your last trip, I thin…”,
“Recovered?!!”, Lara cut him off, “There is nothing more to recover from! I dealt with it and it will
not be a problem. Getting out there is the best way of getting back into the game, every day waiting
is wasted time and gives a head start to Trinity.”. Jacob mustered her long before he answered “And
what if you encounter ​her again?” - giving a noticeable emphasis on “​her”​ . Lara stopped dead in her
tracks and turned slowly to Jacob, her gaze tearing into him. “If I meet ​her again… I will put a clip in
her head and be done with it!” she answered with an icy voice. “Damn Lara, do you even listen to
yourself?!” Jacob nearly shouted, “Killing in cold blood was never your way, what the hell happened
to you out there?”.
“Nothing that ​you could help me with!” she scoffed, “Now, do you want to continue this pointless
discussion or are you gonna help me to get to my destination?”.
Jacob sighed “Fine, have it your way then. Be careful not to forget who your friends are Lara, they
actually ​do care about you, you know!” - and with that he stomped out of the room and made his
way to the courtyard where the van was waiting. Lara looked after him and exhaled with an annoyed
sound, he would never understand, no one would, this was something she had to deal with on her
own.

30 minutes later they were on their way to the small airport south of the Croft estate. Lara was
riding shotgun and Jacob sat silently behind the steering wheel. Nobody had spoken more than a few
words since their exchange in the library. Just by thinking about their exchange Lara felt the anger
rising up in her again - what gave him the right to question her motives and capabilities. If he knew
what she had to do to survive, what she endured - he would never question her decisions again. She
looked at Jacob and suddenly started to get a mischievous smile, “I wonder how big his cock is…”
she pondered, realizing that she never had thought about Jacob that way before her last adventure.
She pushed aside the small voice of doubt in her mind and instead thought of the potential look on
his face if she would just bend over to his lap, freed his cock from his pants and gave him a sloppy
blowjob while he was still driving.

Lara let her mind wander, playing the scene in her head. She unclipped her safety belt and leaned
over to Jacob. “What are you doing?” he asked confused, “Something I should have done long ago”
Lara replied and started opening his belt and zipper. “Lara, what the hell..” Jacob was dumbfounded.
“C’mon, do you think I never noticed you staring at my ass and tits?” - Jacob just stared at her - “I

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appreciate the attention, you know. Here we go..”, she had managed to free Jacobs cock from his
pants and mustered it appreciatively. Thick and veiny, as I like them, Lara thought and before Jacob
could protest even more, she took him into her mouth and started to gently suck on it. “Damn…”
was all that Jacob could say as he looked down on the bobbing head of Lara, feeling her warm mouth
and tongue all over his hardening cock. Lara felt Jacob growing in her mouth and started to increase
her speed, trying to get as much of him into her mouth as possible. Spit and saliva were flowing
down Jacobs shaft and with a loud plop she let go of Jacobs cock, looked up at him and purred “But
if you think we should rather talk about my recovery I’d better stop”. She started to slap her cheek
with his fat cock and looked at him with big puppy eyes - Jacob could barely concentrate on the road
again and slowed the van. “If you stop the van I will stop as well..” Lara said quickly while squeezing
his cock, “Your mad” Jacob replied but continued driving. “Good boy” she laughed and started licking
the tip to tease him. “You are torturing me…” Jacob sighed, “Aww, want me to suck your… big…
fat…. cock again?” Lara purred again with the sweetest voice she could muster. “Yes DAMIT. Suck
my fucking cock!” Jacob nearly screamed. Lara looked him directly into the eyes and said with a
commanding tone “Then make me…”, confused Jacob put one hand on her head and guided her
gently down his cock, feeling the warmth of Laras mouth enveloping him again. But Lara shrugged
off his hand and released his cock again, tightening the grip of her hand. She looked up at Jacob
again with an amused smile “Is that all that you can do? I tell you what - if you manage to push your
dick balls deep down my throat I will suck you dry and swallow every last drop that you can give - if
you fail, I’ll just jerk you off until you cum all over your pants and jacket…”. It looked like Jacobs'
eyeballs were about to pop out of their sockets, Laras smile brightened even more, “You’re
insane…” was the only thing he could say. “Have it your way then”, Lara replied, “ I’m not the one
who will have to fly with cum on his clothes.” and she increased the speed of her strokes.Lara
demeanor really started to anger Jacob who still wasn’t sure how to take all this and Laras constant
teasing of his cock didn’t make it any better. “She asked for it, didn’t she” Jacob thought to himself
and also thought back on the way she treated him at the mansion.”Is this what you want?” he said in
a stern voice, grabbed her head and forced her down his cock. He could feel his cock pushing against
the back of her throat but he continued to push her head down and his cock deeper down her
throat. Lara struggled to control her gag reflex, saliva ran down her chin and tears started to well up
in the corner of her eyes. Jacob yanked her head back, letting her gasp for air before he pushed her
back down on his rock hard member again. It didn’t take long until he felt he was close to cumming,
he pushed Lara down as hard as he could, burying her face in his crotch. “Seems like I won…” he said
before shooting his load down her throat. After he was done he let go of her head and Lara slowly
moved up his shaft, careful not to lose any drop of his cum. She continued cleaning his cock with her
tongue while Jacob leaned back into the driver's seat, panting heavily. “We should do this more
often…” Lara said and smiled up to him.

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The pictures in her head made her snicker but also made Jacob aware of her stare. “What’s so funny
Lara?” he said, the hurt still audible in his voice, “ I am genuinely concerned about you, you know.”.
His earnest voice brought Lara back from her train of thought, she rubbed her thighs together and
shifted position. The thought of gorging her throat on Jacobs cock had awoken her primal instincts
and she could feel her juices flowing. “Nothing…” she replied sheepishly - “You are cute when you
are concerned.. and I do appreciate it Jacob, really!”. “Cute??!” - this visibly caught him off guard

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and he went on a monologue about responsibility and safety and that friends are there for each
other. Lara only listened with half an ear as she was still trying to hide her lingering arousal from
Jacob while they made steady progress towards the airport.

The apartment had a great view over the skyline of the city and was luxuriously furnished, but
despite all that Greta still missed her own bungalow and her companions. “Bloody meeting” she said
into the empty room and tossed back another glass of scotch and gulped it down. She turned her
eyes back to the action on the large flatscreen in the room - Croft was just getting it with the big
horse dildo and would shortly be filled to the brim with donated cum by her soldiers. Greta smiled,
she never went anywhere without her private video collection - of all of the videos, the clips she had
of Croft were her favorites, she still considered her to be her finest achievement.
She was not really surprised when the news from Trinity HQ reached her that Croft had escaped the
tribe - she had help of course, she didn’t have any willpower left after her training. But somehow her
friends found and extracted her from that place about two months ago. “Good luck in getting her
head in order again..” she laughed into the empty apartment while pouring another scotch. Laras
moans came from the speakers as the machine pumped her womb full of cum, inflating her belly and
overflowing her pussy. She muted the TV and opened her laptop, going through her eMail she
skipped over the status reports, requisition requests and deployment rosters until she reached the
mail she was looking for. “Your personalized news feed” was the rather innocent sounding subject -
it just contained one link to a Miskatonic University news article. She brought up the site…

“​Local History Professor died in freak accident​” was the headline, “​Local esteemed history professor
Dr. Alfred Zarnak of the Miskatonic University was killed today in a freak accident. Dr. Zarnak was on
his way to the university when a car crashed into a nearby building crane, loosening the
counterweights which came crashing down on the street below….”​ . The good doctor had been
reduced to a bloody smear on the street and everyone was in shock about the accident. No
indication was given that anybody suspected foul play - Greta was pleased, grabbed her mobile and
sent a short text to an encrypted address. Her contact would receive his money for a job well done
and nobody would be able to track it back to her or Trinity. One week earlier one of her associates
had convinced the good doctor to honor Crofts request and send her the information she requested,
the only thing left to do afterwards was tying up a loose end.

She put the glass down and moved around the room divider to the main part of the apartment - the
large couch had been pushed aside and a large circle in ancient hieroglyphs had been drawn on the
stone floor. Five black candles were arranged around the circle and an assortment of dried leaves
were littering the circle. Greta grabbed the two jars from the room divider and approached the
circle, checking every detail for one last time. Satisfied with the preparations she put down the jars
and started slowly to undress, tossing her clothes onto the couch in the corner. Naked she picked up
the first jar, opened it and started to cover her fingers with the sticky red thick liquid. She started
chanting in a guttural voice and began to draw symbols on her body with her fingers.

“​Y'AI 'NG'NGAH, MH’ITHRHA H'EE-L'GEB F'AI THRODOG”​

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After she finished the chant, she grabbed the second jar, entered the circle and kneeled in the
center. Greta repeated the incantation each time she lit a candle, the room seemed to get colder
with each candle burning. She folded her legs, put her hands into her lap and closed her eyes,
repeating the ancient chant that her fathers servant had taught her for the final time. Greta took the
last jar, opened it and held it over her head.
“Oh MH’ITHRHA, Great Lord of Tindalos, hear your servant. I anoint myself with the gifts of your
descendants to become your worthy mate.”. She poured the jar of sticky cum over her chin and let it
flow over her tits, down her body and over her outer pussy lips. “May their seed make me worthy in
your eyes” she continued while putting the jar away. Greta sat silently in the middle of the circle,
small droplets of cum sticking to her body - a gust of wind rushed through the apartment, blowing
out two of the candles. Ice blooms started to form on the inside of the windows and on the screen of
the TV as an utterly alien presence pushed itself through the folds of the dimensions and entered the
apartment. Greta slowly opened her eyes, the view of the apartment had been replaced with a vast
gloomy wasteland and she was sitting inside a large monolithic stone circle. The large stone slabs
were covered in the same symbols as her body, a cold wind was piercing into her skin and a large
thunderstorm was looming on the horizon. Outside of the circle a presence of utter terror lingered,
its angles constantly shifting making it impossible for a human mind to comprehend - Greta touched
the ground with her forehead “Hail oh MH’ITHRHA, Lord of Tindalos, your servant offers and submits
herself to you. May you judge me worthy of your counsel and power”. With that she leaned back
and spread her legs wide - the shapeless black mass outside of the stone circle rushed towards her,
taking a shape resembling a gargantuan black wolf-like creature which had tentacles sprouting out of
his mane.

Greta woke up as the morning was dawning outside and the first rays of sunlight started to shine
into the apartment. She was still lying on the floor inside the large circle, her body covered in
scratches and bruises. She gathered herself and looked around - the screen of the TV had shattered
and some of the stone tiles of the floor had cracked. Nothing that a good cleanup crew could fix she
thought as she tried to get up. Her knees gave away and she stumbled back to the floor, “You did
quite a number on me my lord” she snickered, looking down on her body and cautiously feeling up
her swollen and battered pussy. Drops of thick cum were still sticking to her thighs and her crotch
felt like she had been fucking a battering ram. This will take a few days she thought, still trying to
compose herself and stand up. After a few more attempts she felt the strength coming back to her
body, as usual, the gifts of her Lord also helped her to recover more quickly each time.

Greta walked to the window and looked over the city skyline - she closed her eyes and let her mind
wander, trying to access the gifts of her Lord to make sure. She felt her presence wandering through
the city, searching for the agents of her master. She felt a distant presence and pushed forward in
her mind, crossing streets and walkways until she finally made contact with two of them. Their
senses were her senses and she was able to see the distorted street below and listen to every
conversation in the surrounding block using their keen senses. Nobody even was aware that they
were there, hiding between the strange angles of the dimension - except from her, the gift of
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command - satisfied that the pact had once more been renewed she withdrew her attention and
went to the bathroom to take a long hot shower. While she was soaping her body, washing away the
symbols and dried cum from her body, fragments of her time in Tindalos came back to her.
“​CROFT…​” the piercing sensation of the voice in her head hit her like a jackhammer. She stumbled
backwards in the shower, pictures flooded her mind in short order. Her nose started bleeding and
searing pain nearly knocked her out, Greta leaned against the walls of the shower and waited until
the flood of images and sounds started to ebb away. Croft, the ruins in the forest, the ritual… the
demands of her Lord were quite clear. Apparently her current progress had pleased her master and
she was to deliver Lara to him as planned, to Tindalos, as a worthy sacrifice to MH’ITHRHA.
Refreshed after the shower Greta started packing up her gear, eager to move on when her mobile
started ringing. She picked up the phone and opened the file with a recorded report that one of her
associates just sent to her. Her smile widened, Croft was on her way to the States - apparently the
lure was too great for her to resist. She quickly dialed another number “I need a flight to the states in
an hour.. no I don’t care what you have to do for it.. make it happen or I’ll feed you to my dogs, I’ll
be at the airfield in 45 minutes”. She hung up, grabbed the rest of her stuff and left the apartment,
looking forward to crossing paths with Croft again.

They finally arrived at the airport, the chartered plane was already waiting for them and the two
pilots helped load their equipment into the cargo hold. Lara and Jacob would have to spend the
duration of the flight in the cargo hold als the plane had no additional passenger compartment. But
that was not a problem, speed was of the essence to Lara - a few uncomfortable hours didn’t matter
to her. Jacob parked the van at the airfield and soon after the propeller plane took off with roaring
engines and started its way over the Atlantic.

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 Chapter 2 - Travelling to North America
The humming of the plane's propellers filled the large cargo hold where the equipment was tucked
in and secured for the flight. Lara was sitting on one of the benches and tried to get comfortable for
the long flight ahead. Final preparations and getting takeoff clearance had been a bit of a rush, but
she couldn’t allow for any delay. Too great was the risk that Trinity would get wind of what she was
up to and try to thwart her plan. “Not this time”, she thought, “this time I will keep the upper hand.”
If all would go well, she would be the first on the site and secure the artifact before Trinity even
knew that it was right under their noses.
Lara secured her backpack and gun holster and leaned her back against one of the large nets,
holding the cargo in place. She closed her eyes and soon dozed off into a deep slumber where her
unconscious mind wandered back to another one of the dark places she had banished deep within
her memories.

Lara was lying on the floor of a small cage in one of the tents outside of the Trinity camp. Her clothes
were torn, barely covering her body anymore. She still was covered in sweat and dried cum from the
abuse by the soldiers the day before. Her “daily training routine” as Greta used to call it. After her
time in the cell, where she was fucked by numerous soldiers in the end, she was dragged outside on
a leash by Greta and put in a cage large enough to fit a few people. A sign had been attached to the
cage reading “free use toy” and the soldiers took that invitation quite literally - Greta made it clear
to the soldiers that Lara was not to be hurt (too much) and must remain “undamaged” as she put it.
Besides that she was free to be used as they pleased, and that they did. Usually two soldiers came
into the cage and had her way with her while she had to work on others standing outside of the cage
with her mouth or hands - whatever worked better depending on the position they put her in.
Her cage life became a daily routine of being hosed down with water in the morning and then used
in various ways. She had resisted at first, but Greta quickly deprived her of food and water and only
offered the cum of her soldiers as sustenance to Lara. After four days without food and water Lara
succumbed to her captors and sucked off the first soldier to quell her thirst. They started to feed her
depending on her “cooperation” after this, still there were days when the only food or drink that she
received was the cum of the soldiers, which they were quite eager to provide. Once they established
a small routine they changed their approach again, sending soldiers to the cage in the middle of the
night to fuck her for hours - and then keeping her awake during the whole next day. The constant
abuse and the deprivation of sleep slowly wore out Laras mind and body and her attempts to resist
became weaker day after day. Greta was always there in the background of course, smiling and
encouraging the soldiers. Every now and then she visited Lara at night and told her what a good
puppy she had become and that her men were really enjoying her body.

...

Still, her spirit was not entirely broken yet and she was still looking for a way to escape - this didn’t
escape the notice of Greta though. She was biding her time and had been steadily applying a special
mix of herbs to the food of Lara for the last few days to make her less resistant and also give her
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taught her during the time in the forest ruins never had let her down before. Neither on her
subjects, nor on herself to satisfy her own desires with her special lovers. Soon Lara would be ready
for the final act as well and prepared for Trinity Command. Greta stepped out of the command tent
and made her way to her soldiers, they needed to follow her instructions to the letter the next few
days, unfortunately this would mean going easy on Croft, but she would make it worth their while
afterwards.

Lara was sitting on the floor of the cage, wondering about the sudden change in routine since a few
days ago. The soldiers had left her alone and she was fed two times a day now, also it was a
welcome change not to be awoken in the morning by a gushing water hose anymore. Suspiciously
she was eyeing her surroundings, Lara could not believe that they had given up on trying to break
her. Her mind was in a very fragile state, barely holding on to her senses at this point - whatever
prompted this change, a faint glimmer of hope started to grow inside her. In the middle of the
afternoon Lara noticed a group of soldiers gathering around her cage, looking at her and whispering
to each other.

...

There was quite a gathering now outside the cage and Lara grew increasingly anxious about what
would happen as everybody was just staring at her at this point. She couldn’t make out any words as
the soldiers were only whispering to each other. Suddenly she heard a strange snarling and growling,
the group of soldiers parted and through came Greta accompanied by three creatures whose kind
Lara had never seen before. The creatures were quadrupeds, with an elongated skull, long pointed
ears and deadly teeth. The alien look was emphasised by the two bone spikes that each of them had
protruding on both sides from their Jaws pointing downward. Tentacle-like appendages were
growing out of their necks, running backwards over their spine and moving with every step the
creatures took. They were following Greta with an elegant but also lethal looking grace, not even
bothering to look at the crowd of soldiers that had been gathering around the cage. They emanated
pure and raw power and the soldiers gave them and Greta a wide berth.

One of them was considerably larger than the rest, Fenris, the favourite of the Puppy Trainer and the
alpha in her pack. The soldiers started cheering when Greta reached the cage, opened the door and
entered the cage with her three strange companions. “Sit” she commanded and the three creatures
sat down next to the cage door, fixating Lara with their eyes while Greta also turned her gaze on
Lara. “I think I haven’t introduced you to my special puppies so far, haven’t I? How rude of me..”, the
soldiers outside cheered, “This is Fenris”, pointing at the biggest of the creatures, “the leader of
them, the other two are Narvi and Varric” she said, gently patting them on the head each time,
running her fingers through the strange mane of flesh. Greta moved forward and approached Lara,
who now was standing at the far end of the cage, pressing herself against the iron bars of the cage.
The Puppy Trainer grabbed Lara at the colar and brought Lara's face close to hers - “You are mine…
and tonight you will experience what that means. You know, I kept my puppies horny for days now -
and the herbs we applied to your daily rations make you smell like a bitch in heat to them.”. Laras
eyes widened in horror “No…” she said in a terrified voice “NO!”. Greta laughed “There is no escape,

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the only thing that you can do is submit - they will tear you apart otherwise. The herbs will help,
you’ll see.. they also magnify your own pleasures by a magnitude.”. Greta let go of Lara, turned
around and slowly walked out of the cell “Enjoy it, my little puppy” she said and moved back to the
cell door, addressing the group outside of the cage.

“Bets are up!” Greta shouted joyfully to the crowd and pointed to one of the soldiers who was
standing at a board and took notes. The group soldiers started to shout all at once and Lara could
make out some words that horrified her even more “Fenris first…”, “Ass!”, “Pussy first!” the soldiers
kept shouting and handing money to the pot. The bookie wrote it all down and marked the
respective bets on the board. Lara could just watch in terror on what was about to happen, she
looked all over the cage like a cornered animal for a way to escape her fate - but here was no way
out, no one intervening on her behalf. The three muscular creatures were still waiting on the other
side of the cage, the large Fenris and his two smaller companions side by side, waiting for a
command from their mistress.

The betting and cheering outside subsided, “Bets are closed!” Greta proclaimed, “Time to start the
big evening show!” which the crowd answered with another cheer and moved closer to the cage.

Greta turned her head towards her puppies and shouted a command, they started slowly moving
towards Lara. Lara was still pressed against the back of the cage and didn’t notice the soldier that
quietly had moved behind her. She felt a hard push and stumbled forward, falling to the floor, right
before the three creatures, coming face to face with the Alpha who was looking down on her. Lara
could see his large erect cock and big balls between his legs as she tried to get to her feet again.
However, the pack was faster as Narvi grabbed the leash with his jaw and pinned Lara to the floor,
slightly choking her with the collar. Varric grabbed the long end of the leash and both were pulling
Lara forward. She had to use her hands to avoid being choked by the collar and was now lying flat
down on her belly.

The crowd cheered as Greta stepped forward and sat on Laras back, pushing her down with her
weight as well. She leaned forward and spread Lara’s ass cheeks with her hands, exposing her ass
and pussy. “Come here my love” she slapped Lara’s ass and beckoned Fenris, who had slowly circled
Lara to bring his snout to the level of Lara’s shaved pussy. “Eat!” Greta commanded and the big
creature pushed his mouth forward, shot a long forked tongue out of his mouth and started licking
Lara’s clit with his strange tongue. Lara, still struggling with her choker and the two others, was
taken by surprise by the sudden sensations of pleasure that her pussy was experiencing. She tried to
turn around and free herself from her current position, but to no avail, she was thoroughly pinned
down by the two smaller creatures and Greta. “Let’s make sure you’re well prepared” said Greta
and, after lubing them up with Lara’s juices and Fenris’s saliva, pushed two of her fingers in Lara’s
exposed butthole and started finger fucking her. The sensations of violently getting her pussy licked
and her ass fingered at the same time, made it hard to concentrate for Lara. Unwanted pleasure was
mounting up in her body as the herbs that she had been given amplified the sensations she was
feeling. Fenris started to get more agitated by the minute now and finally moved forward to push
Greta forcibly off of Lara with his head. Greta rolled aside laughing, “Oh my, seems you are on your
own now Puppy…” she said as she was retreating to the back of the cell, unable to control her
servants anymore, while the crowd outside was cheering.

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Lara increased her struggle to escape the grip that Narvi and Varric had on her once she realized
what was about to happen. The pack leader was establishing his dominance by being the first to
mount her. Fenris pinned Lara down with his forelegs, his weight pressing Lara down even further
into the dirt. His snout was close to Laras face and he let out a deep growl as he lowered his backside
onto Lara, his cock looking for a suitable entry. “No, NO!” Lara was screaming while the crowd
outside was cheering and started to chant the name of the large creature. Fenris cock found the
entrance to her pussy and started to push into her - Lara felt her pussy lips slowly und unwillingly
part as he forced his large cock into her. “This can’t be happening”, she thought and started
whimpering. Fenris had entered her up to the knot of his big cock and now started pumping into her
at a quick pace, while licking down her neck with his alien tongue. Sensations exploded in Laras
pussy and mind, partially due to the herbs that she had been given and partially due to the amount
of strain that her mind had been enduring these last weeks. Her whimper turned into a bizarre
mixture of laughter and cry while the spectators outside were watching the unfolding spectacle.
“I told you he’d go for the Pussy first”, “..that was just coincidence”, “Wonder how long she can
endure…” - these were the fragments that could be heard from the group. But Lara was already
beyond listening as Fenris was pounding her with animalistic furor. Laras mind finally snapped when
the Alpha pushed his knotted cock fully into her pussy and started pumping spurt after spurt of hot
cum into her womb. “You came inside me…” Lara quietly laughed to herself, grinning madly while
Fenris slowly pulled out his cock. Laras body shivered as the knot stretched her pussy again and cum
started to drip out of her violated hole. After Fenris stepped off of Lara and the two others let go of
the leash, she slowly turned around on the floor and lay on her back, breathing heavily. However
they didn’t give her any pause, as soon as the leader of the pack was done Narvi and Varric
descended on Lara, one quickly forcing itself between her legs and shoving his hard cock into her
wet pussy. As Narvi penetrated her she let out a surprised whelp, which Varric used as an
opportunity to force its cock into her mouth and down her throat. Unable and uncaring to mount
any resistance anymore, Lara let the two have their way with her body. Narvi pumped her pussy and
Varric her mouth, while the crowd outside continued to cheer and hand out the winnings from the
first bets. Lara felt the heat rising in her body, her pussy and body reacting to the rythmic animalitic
fucking the had to endure - the only thing she could do at this point was somewhat controlling the
one that fucked her mouth to be able to take a breath once in a while. All of her nerves were tingling
and her body started to shake - “She’s cumming, FUCK, she is really cumming!” shouted one of the
soldiers. Lara body shock as the first wave of the orgasm ran through her body sending her mind into
a state of bliss induced stupor. She didn’t even register that Narvi had just cum in her pussy and was
filling her with another load of hot sperm. Wave after wave of pleasure rocked her entire body while
the Varric was still pushing his cock in and out of her mouth. She could feel it twitching in her throat
as he was finally climaxing as well and started to shoot a large load of hot cum down her throat that
she had no other choice but to swallow. A few drops were running down her chin as the Varric finally
let go of her and took a few steps away.

Lara was coughing and struggling for air, whimpering incoherently - the shadow of Fenris suddenly
standing over her again. She could hear the creature growling and showing his teeth, his eyes still
wide in crazed heat. “Oh my..” Greta laughed from the corner, “he’s still horny my puppy. It depends
on you how rough it will get, better if you help him out.”. Just as the large Fenris was stepping over
her again, Lara saw no other choice but to grab his cock and started to stroke it slowly - better this

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than whatever he had in mind for her. He growled in surprise and slowed a bit, still he had other
intentions and tried to move forward and escape Laras grip. Lara lifted her head and started licking
the shaft of his big cock up to the big knot. That stopped him in his tracks as Lara seemed to have
found a way to please the horny creature and distract him from her dripping pussy. She alternated
between long and fast strokes with her hand, while dancing her tongue around his knot. Soon she
felt the large dick swelling and twitching and after a few more strokes Fenris unloaded his cum all
over her large tits with a satisfied howl. Lara continued to milk his cock for a bit, cum dripping from
her tits and flowing down her body, hoping that he would be satisfied now.

Fenris shook his body and stepped away, satisfied for the time being. However, this was far from
over as the other two were at each other's throats trying to be the next on Lara. She barely
registered the sound of fighting, still trying to make sense of what she just had done. But neither her
body nor her mind were given any reprieve - Narvi and Varric had established their rank and the
crazed victor was now descending on Lara forcing his cock furiously into her.
The fucking continued for what it seemed like an eternity, the ever horny creatures taking turns on
her. Greta intervened from time to time and gave her the “opportunity” to give them a handjob or
tittfuck instead to give Lara’s pussy some pause. She verbally degraded Lara at every step and kept
telling her what a good puppy and fucktoy she was and that this would never stop if she wouldn’t
submit and become her property and puppy. In the end Lara’s will was all but eradicated and finally
Greta was triumphant when she asked Lara “What are you?” and Lara answered with utter
submission “Your puppy…”. Greta smiled and lowered herself down to Lara “You know I can make
this stop and give you a new place as a Trinity fuckslave. Would you want that?” - she looked at Lara
expectantly. “Yes…” came the weak answer from Lara, Greta smiled and lowered her face down to
Lara. “Then show it to me, give up your ass to Fenris and I will end this.”, Greta got up and walked
towards her favorite and led him to the center of the cage.

Lara managed to get up on all fours and lowered her upper body to the ground so that she could
grab her butt cheeks with her hands. Having lost any spark of resistance she willfully wiggled her ass
in the direction of Fenris who was slowly approaching under Greta's direction - his heat had subsided
so that Greta had regained full control over her large servant. The crowd started to cheer and chant
“Ass, ass, ass!” outside the cage as Fenris started to mount Lara from behind. Greta guided the erect
cock towards the cum glazed anus of Lara, “The cum of my puppies will make the perfect lube” she
said as Fenris penetrated Lara’s ass and pushed his huge member into her. Lara moaned when she
felt the pressure inside her bowels rising, the large creature pushing further and further in until she
could feel the pressure of his knot on her asshole. Fenris now started to pump her ass in a steady
pace, standing half way over her so that she could feel him panting on her neck and his tongue
gliding over her back - Lara shifted her weight a bit to get more comfortable and now started to rub
her clit with her hand. “The bitch is enjoying herself!”, “What a slut”, and other cheers could be
heard from outside. Laras was not listening, the only thing that her body craved was to cum again -
her entire body was in heat and she could hear her own heartbeat pounding like crazy. She started
to moan every time the knot hit her anus and she increased the speed in which her fingers circled
her clit. Her pussy was dripping cum mixed with her own juices that formed a small puddle under her
and each time Fenris pushed his cock into her another small spurt of fluids escaped her pussy. She
was so close and could feel it building up from deep inside her, Fenris was close as well and
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pushed hard and shoved his knot fully into Laras ass, anchoring himself as he was shooting hot
spurts of cum into her bowels. Laras legs were shaking as her own orgasm hit her at the same time
as she could feel the warm cum inside her ass. She was screaming in pleasure, all decency and
resistance forgotten. This was her world now and she wanted it more than anything else. Lara
collapsed on the ground after Fenris pulled out his large cock, her asshole leaking cum and gaping
from the intrusion of the large knot. Feeling of pleasure and pain overwhelmed her as she passed
out into a welcoming darkness.

The cheers of the soldiers subsided as the group dispersed and the soldiers disappeared into the
night and into their tents. Lara was still lying on the floor of the cell, a shivering cum covered mess,
her spirit reduced to a shell of her former strong willed self. Greta was towering over her, looking
down on Lara who was barely registering her presence. “You were a good puppy today, everyone
had a blast and my puppies were quite satisfied with your performance.” Greta said. For Lara her
voice sounded like a distant dream that echoed in her broken mind. Greta yanked on the leash that
Lara still had around her neck and pulled her upright into a kneeling position, grabbing her chin so
that Laras eyes locked with hers. Lara didn’t even register any pain and was staring blankly back at
Greta, like a trained dog waiting for its masters command. “What are you?” Greta asked again and
looked at Lara expectantly. “...” Laras lips moved but no sound came from her, “I can’t hear you
puppy” Greta said in a loving voice that she never used on Lara before while gently stroking her
head. Lara looked at her, words slowly forming in her mind “Your puppy mistress” she answered in a
hushed and submissive voice. A smile started to form on Greta's face “And what are you here for?” -
Laras now found the answers coming to her, it all seemed to be perfectly clear now “To be used by
whomever and however you command, mistress”. Greta's smile grew even wider, she dropped the
leash and strolled to the chair that was standing in the corner of the cell. Greta slowly removed her
pants and her underwear, made herself comfortable on the chair and spread her legs. “Then show
me how much you love your mistress!” she commanded while gently patting her shaved and
glistening pussy. Lara crawled slowly on all fours towards Greta, her eyes fixed on Greta's crotch.
Once she reached her, she started gently licking Greta's pussy without hesitation, sucking on her clit
and drinking her juices. Greta leaned back on the chair, moaning softly - she stroked Laras head
gently and purred “Good Puppy, your mistress is very pleased”.
The soldiers that were on garrison outside of the large tent heard the lustful moans of her leader but
knew better than to disturb her…

The noise of an approaching helicopter first announced the arrival of Trinity command, Greta looked
out of her tent and shielded her eyes with her hand from the morning sunlight. “They are early..” she
thought and looked back into her tent where her men were preparing Lara for transport. She had
been thoroughly cleaned up and outfitted in the usual attire for a Trinity fuckslave. Greta mustered
her, while she was proud of her achievement she was also slightly envious of Laras body, maybe she
had enjoyed sucking on her tits too much yesterday evening. Lara was still wearing the black leather
collar and the attached leash, but now also a tight black leather top which the zipper could barely
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zippers in all the right places and a pair of black over-knee boots - in summary, she looked like a
fuck-fantasy come true.

The helicopter landed next to the camp and the Trinity commander embarked, accompanied by two
black clad elite guards. Greta went to greet them, holding Laras leash losely in her hand. Lara was
following two steps behind her, eyes slightly lowered with a submissive expression on her face. The
commander silently mustered Greta and Lara before speaking “She is ready?”, “Yes sir” answered
Greta and turned her head towards Lara “Aren’t you my Puppy?” she said in a soft voice. Lara took a
small step forward “Yes, mistress” she whispered. “And she will do everything that is asked of her?”
the commancer continued - “Everything and more” Greta replied “She will fuck whom or whatever
you desire and she will love doing it.”, “Wouldn’t you my Puppy? Tell the commancer your
purpose?” she asked Lara again. Lara seemed to ponder her answer before slightly looking up and
saying “I am just an unworthy fuckslave, to be used as Trinity sees fit. My only purpose is to serve
and please.” - she looked at Greta for approval, who nodded with a devilish smile.
“You see… as promised!”, Greta handed the end of the leash to the commander, “I did my part, now
she is all yours. Make good use of her and enjoy her like I did.” As the commander took hold of the
leash Greta swiftly turned around to face Lara, grabbed her face and pulled her closer. Their lips
met, and she gave Lara a long kiss, exploring her mouth with her tongue while grabbing one of her
boobs. “I will miss you Puppy.”, she whispered after breaking the kiss.
“She’s all yours” Greta said and took a step back so that the commander could lead her back to the
helicopter, ignoring the surprised stares by her soldiers. As the group left, Greta looked after Lara
and wondered if she would have the chance to enjoy Crofts body again before the end that Trinity
had in store for Lara.

The plane made a sudden jolt as it hit a pocket of dense clouds, crashing Lara out of her dream. She
was disoriented at first thinking she still heard the noise of the helicopter’s rotors. Her heart was
pounding in her chest and drops of sweat had formed on her brow. She looked around and
familiarized herself with her surroundings, Jacob was still sleeping on the other side of the cargo
hold. “At least I didn’t wake up screaming this time..” Lara thought, not keen on another lecture
about her own state of mind. She pondered about her dream that had brought back some of the
events of the past months. “See, I’m not traumatized - I can think about this rationally!” she thought
to herself and the truth was, she was not in any way shocked about her dream at all. Quite on the
contrary, it had left her horny as hell. Lara eyed Jacob again, who was still snoring deeply on the
other side - “fuck it, I need this know” she thought and pushed her hand into her shorts, shoved her
panties aside and started rubbing her clit. Her thoughts wandered back to a big, veiny, knotted cock
and a forked tongue...

...

To be continued

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